The opposing side made their entrance with great momentum, but Qu Jianlei just leaned against his car, cigarette in mouth, looking on indifferently.
Inwardly, he was unimpressed, to the point that he couldn't help but sneer: Is it this low?
It's normal to want to make an impression first, but thinking this kind of display can intimidate people is really a bit amateurish.
The four strong men saw that he remained motionless, said nothing, and turned to walk to the sides, striking a guarded pose.
Then a man and a woman got out of the second car, followed closely by Rose.
The pair looked pretty ordinary, the kind you'd lose track of in a crowd.
Interesting, Qu Jianlei understood what such plain appearances meant—no obvious features, hard to track down.
However, he still didn't react. A B-level and a C-level weren't worth him greeting proactively.
The man stepped forward, nodded toward Qu Jianlei, "Panda, right? I've heard great things about you."
