The dozen or so burly men before them had different skin tones, making it impossible to tell which side they belonged to. But one thing was certain: they had not come with good intentions.
The windows of the two supercars were being battered with iron rods. The men gestured for the three people inside to come out on their own—of course, it was not so easy for them to shatter the windows of supercars.
Perhaps they felt that treating such supercars this way was a crime... But the threat in the air was growing increasingly intense.
"Gan Hong, do you know who these people are?" Song Ying asked, completely calm.
As the Song Family's public-facing business representative and the princess of the Song Dynasty, Song Ying had seen plenty of people more vicious than these. The Song Family had never produced cowards—even though there were only a handful of them.
"I don't know." Gan Hong quickly contacted Song Ying in the supercar ahead through the vehicle's communication system. "They shouldn't be locals. No one here would dare attack you... Hold on a little longer. The Guard Team should be arriving soon."
They could always catch up with Miss Sakura when she went racing on the highways. In the village the Song Family used for training, there was a saying: being able to fight was nothing special. One needed superb driving skills, and only those capable of catching a wild-horse-like supercar on complicated roads deserved to become guards of the Cold Residence.
This time, Gan Hong had actually been careless. When Song Ying drove out, there had originally been at least three cars and a nine-man guard team. But Gan Hong knew Song Ying's preferences and knew she was in a bad mood, so she had deliberately told the guards following