The night falls on Jinling, lights dazzling.
The traffic on the road converges, presenting a prosperous scene.
The taxi stopped where they parked, and after paying, the two got off and got into their own car. Just as they started the car and were about to leave, a van suddenly stopped abruptly in front of them.
Startled, Sun Zhidong slammed on the brakes, and both of them nodded forward sharply due to inertia.
"Damn, can't you drive..."
Sun Zhidong rolled down the car window, just about to curse the other side, when he suddenly saw a group of obviously troublesome people getting out of the van.
Indeed, some of these people were burly, some had faces full of flesh, some were tall, thin, and agile, holding sticks in their hands, and they looked unfriendly at first glance.
"Li Xiang, we're screwed. We're encountering a robbery."
Sun Zhidong hurriedly rolled up the car window, in a panic, outnumbered, hurried to call the police.
