"Hmm?"
Just as Zhang Chen's mood was easing after making Su Ming suffer a setback as well, the driver in the front suddenly let out a startled exclamation.
"What is it?"
Zhang Chen came back to himself and looked coldly at the driver, apparently displeased that he had ruined the mood he had finally managed to improve.
The driver heard the displeasure in Zhang Chen's voice and immediately realized it.
"Young Master, someone is blocking the road."
The driver hurriedly explained the situation.
"Blocking the road?"
Zhang Chen was slightly startled, then saw it.
Ahead of the road the limousine was traveling on, a figure had appeared at some point and was standing in the very middle of the road, blocking the path every vehicle had to take.
The other party wore an excessively luxurious black outfit. At first glance, he looked like an upper-class person about to attend a banquet. The black clothes fluttered in the wind like a tailcoat, and a hood covered his head, concealing his face.
The luxurious limousine Zhang Chen was riding in continued toward him, but the other party showed no intention of moving aside. He let the headlights shine on him, then slowly raised his head. Beneath the hood, the corners of his mouth curved into a dangerous arc.
"Not good!"
Zhang Chen clearly saw the other party's lips curl, as if he were mocking something, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Young Master Zhang!"
Liu Zai seemed to have sensed something as well. His expression changed dramatically as he shouted.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two of them leaped up, broke through the car doors, and jumped out of the vehicle.
At that same moment, a blade radiating flames appeared out of thin air in the mysterious man's hand, and he gripped it