After the black Audi came back again, Tom, the dark-skinned guy, picked up his phone. But before he could press the shutter, a dozen people rushed out from the gatehouse, pointing guns and surrounding the car.
"Get out of the car!" the leader shouted loudly at those inside the car.
The fair-skinned Fishhook slightly smirked, "We've got trouble."
"What should we do?"
"Get out and let the little girl invite us in for some tea." Fishhook laughed, pushed open the car door, raised his hands, and got out of the car. "Brothers, it's a misunderstanding. We..."
"Hands on your head and squat down," the leader sternly interrupted before he could finish his sentence.
"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I squat down with my hands on my head..." Fishhook grumbled, but seeing the guy with the trigger pulled, he quickly squatted down and shouted loudly, "Sangyu...help!"
The leader paused for a moment, "Who are you?"
