Teacher Sun, or rather, Luo Four, sat calmly in the Maybach.
"They're out." The driver in the front spoke.
Luo Four, seated in the back, lifted his eyelids. As the window slowly rolled down, he saw six burly men in suits surrounding someone as they crossed the road in the distance.
"They're here." The corners of Luo Four's lips slowly curled upward.
These people were still quite capable when it came to getting things done.
After they got back, he could reward them with something—
But after crossing the road, the six men continued onward with the person in the middle surrounded by them, their backs turned toward the Maybach convoy. Luo Four froze for a moment. "Where are they going?"
"Aren't we right here?"
They had seen their convoy, yet not only had they failed to come toward them—they were actually heading in the opposite direction?
What did that mean?
The car fell silent.
Everything happened quickly. The six burly men in suits seemed to have received some instruction as well, and they walked faster and faster.
In the whimpering evening wind, Luo Four leaned his head out the window and saw the six suited men respectfully escorting the person in the middle toward a goose-yellow Maserati.
Then, a man in a black trench coat stepped out from amid the crowd's escort, revealing his true face before getting into the car.
Why was it a man?
Luo Four frowned.
Then he saw the butterfly door open, and a maiden in a white dress bent down and got into the car under the crowd's escort.
—Fang Xiaoxia!
Fang Xiaoxia—got into the car?
But why was she getting into someone else's car?
Luo Four could no longer remain calm. His gaze instantly turned sharp.
—Getting cucked right in front of me?