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"Hadn't Sun Xingzhe already gone? Could he not beat them?" Chen Shanzang asked as he watched Shun Lie hang up. Shun Lie sighed at his question.

"It's not that I'm worried he'll lose. I'm worried he'll win."

Before he could finish, a loud, robust shout rang out:

"Crazy person attacking people! Crazy person attacking people!"

"I knew it! Good thing we got all the paperwork in order this time." Shun Lie didn't hit the brakes, but Sun Xingzhe caught up with them with ease. He was carrying two people in his hands.

"I've got them. What should I do with these two?" Sun Xingzhe tapped their mute acupoints, cutting off their shouts. Shun Lie sighed again.

"It's too late. Just put them down. Those two were bait."

As he spoke, White Dragon slammed on the brakes. Just as the car came to a stop, a reporter with a drone appeared out of nowhere. With a masterful Sword Technique, he thrust his microphone toward them, nearly jabbing it straight into Chen Shanzang's mouth.

The reason it was only nearly was that the man had already gone flying.

Who told him to show off his Sword Technique at the person under Sun Xingzhe's protection, when Sun Xingzhe was serving as his "bodyguard"?

"Uh..." Shun Lie was numb to the whole scene. He watched the reporter sail through the air in an arc, shook his head, and said, "Forget it. If anyone else shows up, don't hit them. Also, Sun... Old Sun, keep an eye on my side. If anyone tries to snatch or steal the dashcam, intervene immediately!"

As he spoke, Shun Lie sent a copy of the dashcam footage to each of their phones.

At that, Sun Xingzhe looked at the two men whose acupoints he'd sealed and frowned.

"Did I