The driver and the two bodyguards in the front passenger seat also got out.
The three bodyguards ran to a convenience store not far from the car—about ten seconds away—and took a table facing the street.
"Is it really okay for us to leave Miss Song so far away?" one of them asked curiously.
There was only Miss Song left in the car... Oh, and Young Master Qiu.
"Do you think Young Master Qiu will hurt Miss Song?" his companion asked irritably. After all, the people in that car were both future heirs who might take over the Song Family.
"Not that kind of hurt... Or maybe a different kind of hurt would be fine?" The man chuckled. "I'd wager the Old Master would be delighted to see Young Master Qiu take Miss Song's first time."
"Get lost." The man behind him smacked the back of his head. "Since when was it your place to discuss the affairs of the young lady and young master? Finish eating and go stand guard outside! We may be outside the police station, but we can't let our guard down!"
"Hmm... Cifan?" The bodyguard swallowed, but in the end, he chose to ask the shop clerk for a cup of instant noodles.
To be honest, although many people in Song Family Village were Chinese or descendants of Chinese immigrants, they had grown up eating South American food. It wasn't that they disliked Chinese food—they simply weren't used to it, especially not eating the same thing repeatedly.
Instant noodles were different. Those things were exported overseas like crazy.
The Song Family secretly had a village-trained mercenary force, and they carried out many dangerous missions in secret. Some Song Family warriors inevitably failed their missions and were imprisoned by violent authorities in various places. It was