Brother Jue was furious, "Damn it, take out Su Lihua for me!"
"Brother Jue, we can't touch Su Lihua. We've been warned several times from above."
Brother Jue kicked over the torch that had been set up.
At that moment, gunshots suddenly rang out from outside the container. Just as Brother Jue was about to draw his gun, a group of men burst in, firing indiscriminately. Including Brother Jue, all eight guards fell to the ground, all within five seconds.
The men who arrived were all dressed in neat suits.
The leader broke the lock on the right cage and then stepped aside, "Mr. Su."
Pullman, Mr. Su.
That's what those Chinese had said.
Su Lihua stepped out of the cage, with not even his clothing in disarray, showing no emotion in his expression, "Where is Su Zhi?"
"Young Master Zhi is setting off fireworks by the Laixi River, celebrating, celebrating your capture."
He did not utter a word, but extended his hand.
The man handed him the gun.
