Looking at the luxury business car ahead, and the polite driver wearing white gloves.
Gu Weijing quietly stepped back a bit.
"You guys aren't Brother Hao's people, are you?"
He asked cautiously.
Gu Weijing still hadn't figured out what exactly was going on.
He did indeed arrange to meet someone here.
However, the setup was beyond Gu Weijing's expectations, reminding him of the Myanmar gangster Godfather, Brother Hao.
Yet,
Gu Weijing felt it didn't quite match.
Brother Hao was certainly wealthy, but many of his underlings were street thugs or soldiers from Northern Myanmar.
They were usually styled as gangster fashion with flamboyant colored hair and large tattoos.
Fierce, indeed fierce,
but compared to the cold aura of the blonde young man staring at him from the Bentley's back seat in a formal business suit, it fell short.
