"You guys, don't do this kind of thing again next time. You know, I have a weak heart and can't handle such excitement."
Yang Yan said with a smile.
On the way home, the driver was driving a rather unsuitable Maybach, and Yang Yan and the two others were having a casual conversation in the back seat.
When the car passed an intersection, Yang Yan, who was happily chatting, suddenly fell silent.
"Yan..."
Christina looked at Yang Yan and said worriedly.
"Take care of Hanyun."
Before Yang Yan could finish his sentence, the driver had already stopped the car, opened the door, and ran away.
Watching the driver, who might be a traitor, leave, Yang Yan slowly opened the car door and looked at the masked men in front of them with various weapons, saying:
"You'd better tell me that you've found the wrong person and drive away obediently, because I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
