A dozen men, each exuding a fierce aura, clearly accustomed to licking blood off the blade. All of them carried action bags on their backs, and held heavy-looking black luggage bags, placing them in the doorway, even blocking the path.
Ji Le Tian had dealt with Meng Ping several times before, and since the path was blocked, he consulted Sheng Ning and then got out of the car to greet Meng Ping.
"You're personally driving the car?" As Ji Le Tian stepped down, Meng Ping noticed someone in the back seat and raised his brows in surprise. To his knowledge, Ji Le Tian held a high position within the Feng Family, just like Feng Zhenzhen who also had the authority. Although he isn't part of the Feng Family, who could make him drive personally?
"Feng Zhenzhen?" Meng Ping shot a look and asked with a mischievous smile.
"No." Ji Le Tian's expression was serious, with sincere respect.
