A man, on seeing this, yelled, "Damn it! Speeding and running a red light! Does he think the street is a racetrack? That driver must be mad... Stop him..."
Before he even finished the word "stop," WHOOSH! The car had already sped past him, nearly hitting him. Frightened, he threw up a hand, staggered, and fell face down on the ground.
All the security personnel dropped Xu Xiaoya and imdiately moved to surround them. However, upon seeing the outrageously luxurious car and its unique license plate, no one dared to speak first.
The temporary workers looked at each other in confusion. anwhile, Wan Donglin had already stepped out of the car and strode over, followed by two burly bodyguards in plain clothes.
He first glanced at Yan Xixi, who was frantic and pale as a ghost, then turned to the crowd and calmly asked, "Xixi, who stopped you?"
Yan Xixi glanced at the "buzzcut," the first man who had stopped the car.
All the security guards were stunned by the supercar and the stranger’s imposing presence. Such cars were said to be rare in the country, and only VIPs or the super-rich could afford them. They were montarily unsure what to do. But seeing this stranger’s arrogance, and feeling their own prestige was on the line, they exchanged glances and surrounded him.
The "buzzcut" whom Yan Xixi had pointed out sensed trouble. Stiffening his neck, he said, "I was just conducting a routine check, sir. You are..."
SMACK! Wan Donglin’s open palm struck him hard across the face. "A check?" he demanded. "What law have they broken? Is any check more important than a human life? Didn’t you see there’s a critically ill patient in the car?"
The "buzzcut" was hit so hard he saw stars. A front tooth flew out, his mouth instantly filling with blood. Furious, he raised his gun to strike at Wan Donglin. The other guards imdiately sward forward, pointing their guns at Wan Donglin. "What the hell are you doing? How dare you attack us! Arrest him!"
The two bodyguards imdiately ford a barrier to protect Wan Donglin and bellowed, "Halt!"
Suddenly, frantic honks sounded as a car with no license plate charged recklessly toward them. The guards hastily looked back. What they saw made them retreat imdiately: the incoming car was full of individuals clad in black, each with their cap pulled low to cover their faces.
Wan Donglin smirked and raised his hand to slap the security guard who had stopped the car again. The "buzzcut’s" eyes burned with rage, but seeing the current situation, he stepped back without uttering a word.
Yan Xixi stared intently at the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. A terrifying sense of satisfaction began to form in her heart. Beat him! Kill him!
She rembered the night the "Flying Tigers Team" had launched their sneak attack, how intensely she had once hated certain people for their endless evil deeds. Today, however, she found a strange joy in what was happening. It was a joy so intense that she had completely forgotten about her critically ill mother. She stared fervently at the "buzzcut," his mouth bloody, and trembled with an inexplicable excitent. A voice within her scread: Kill him! Kill all of them! It would be best if they all died!
Xu Xiaoya had already rushed over, her hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched. Seeing Wan Donglin was like seeing her savior.
"Third Young Master... Thank you for your help..."
The Third Young Master had beco a temporary life-saving straw. For Xu Xiaoya, his arrival seed to signal that everything would take a turn for the better.
The streetlights cast an incredibly dim light, and passersby had begun to watch from a distance. Suddenly, the unlicensed car’s window coverings were lowered, obscuring everything inside. Then, it quickly roared off into the distance.
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