"Alright, just say it's me who sent you, and they'll open the door for you."
"Okay."
Lin Yi hung up the phone without rushing.
Quietly waiting.
"Lin Bro, who did you call over?" Xiao Fengshan asked.
"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."
"What, are we getting ready to fight?"
Lu Cong leaned against the car, looking quite confident.
"If you want to fight, let's see what level you're at."
Lu Cong's friends, about fifty to sixty people, gathered together.
It's as if they owned the neighborhood.
Soon, a roaring sound was heard.
Everyone looked to see a dazzling orange supercar approaching.
"Holy crap, what kind of car is this, that's ridiculous!" Xiao Fengshan exclaimed.
"Big shots, Aventador, over seven million."
"I've never even seen that much money, not even in paper."
Then, one supercar after another drove in.
McLaren P1, Ferrari 718, Koenigsegg CCX, Pagani Zonda, Bugatti Veyron, Rolls-Royce Phantom, Bentley Continental...
