Wei He and Lord Huajunzi parked the car and got out.
"My lord, should we notify the relevant departments here?" Lord Huajunzi wanted to lend Old Mother Minshan a hand, but having witnessed Wei He's methods, he did not dare act on his own. He took the opportunity to ask.
"What do you mean?" Wei He looked at him.
"It's like this. There are many people here, and the foreigners have considerable influence as well. If we accidentally offend them and stir up trouble with their forces, I'm afraid there may be some complications," Lord Huajunzi answered carefully.
"It doesn't matter. This is a good chance to see how many layers their side still has left," Wei He said calmly.
Seracla's Black Demon Splitting Bullet from back then was still vivid in his memory.
He was confident that even if he encountered another Black Demon Splitting Bullet, he could evade it in time.
After all, both his defenses and his martial realm far surpassed Bai Shanxin's from back then.
By now, a small circle had formed around the car ahead. The crying within was gradually growing louder.
Wei He walked forward, and the crowd blocking his way slowly parted on its own, revealing a direct path.
It looked as though they were taking the initiative to welcome Wei He, but in truth, they themselves had been pushed aside by an invisible force and compelled to make way.
After walking inside, Wei He saw what had happened in front of the car.
A white man with a handsome little mustache was frowning, holding a cigarette with extreme impatience as he waited for his driver to deal with the trouble before them.
Wei He glanced at the ground before the car. Two children, barely five or six years old, lay amid two