The middle-aged man who had left walked around a dozen or so cars and returned to his companions, snorting unhappily. "Cao, those two brats don't know what's good for them."
Their group consisted of eight men and three women, driving four SUVs. Every one of them looked tough and capable.
"They're driving some beat-up little van. What are they so smug about?" a young man muttered. "Want to teach them a lesson?"
"Forget it," another young man said. He looked like the leader. "Rest for half an hour. If they leave, catch up and cut them off... If they don't leave, they're lucky."
People's hearts really weren't what they used to be. Feng Jun and the others simply did not want to be approached, yet someone had already taken offense.
However, their plan to cut off the van did not come to pass. Feng Jun and his two companions just sat there without moving.
In the end, Sophia could not withstand the pressure from the two of them and honestly admitted, "Holy Power—I mean Holy Water. It's very difficult to get. I secretly brought out a bottle."
Feng Jun glanced sideways at her, then shook his head. "You didn't bring it with you."
"Of course not. I'm not that stupid," Sophia replied righteously. "My assistant has it."
Feng Jun's brow creased slightly. "If I remember correctly, you're only seventeen. You already have an assistant?"
"I turned eighteen last month," Sophia answered proudly. "I signed on the assistant we'd agreed on long ago."
Feng Jun nodded faintly. Though he now viewed ordinary people much as one viewed ants, he still had to admit that the wealthy were the wealthy. Their confidence in doing things was ultimately different from that of ordinary people.
Wang Haifeng was becoming impatient. "All right, we know