A magnetic male voice came from the back of the crowd. Mo Chifeng put his hands in his pockets and walked closer slowly. The pressure around him made the onlookers move away.
Jian Mu and Ning Yunsu followed him from left to right, their eyes wary.
"Isn't this the newly appointed president of Jinsheng Consortium?"
"Mo Chifeng? He is also here to participate in racing? Look at this posture, it doesn't look like it..."
Everyone was surprised by his arrival. Only Mei Zhaohe smiled faintly, as if everything was within his expectation.
"Mr. Mo came a little late."
"It's not too late." Mo Chifeng pointed at the dial of his watch with his clear-jointed hands, "There are still ten minutes until the time we agreed on."
Hearing this, Mei Zhaohe put away his smile and put on a business-like look, "Since Mr. Mo is here, let's get started."
The subordinates behind him immediately made "please" gestures, but neither Mo Chifeng, Jian Mu, nor Ning Yunsu cooperated, and he was completely ignored.
The atmosphere was stagnant, and Mei Zhao and his men looked at Mo Chifeng with anger in their eyes.
It is said that this person who stole the limelight from Qian's family at Mr. Qian's birthday party and made Mr. Qian angry didn't seem to take Mr. Mei seriously.
He's just a down-and-out young man, but with some business acumen, he actually dares to be so arrogant?
The men clenched their fists, and as long as Mei Zhaohe spoke, they would immediately rush forward and teach Mo Chifeng a lesson!
"Why are you so anxious? Isn't there something that hasn't been resolved yet?" Mo Chifeng spoke very slowly, as if he didn't realize that he had offended the public.
"It's still early, so just listen to Mr. Mo." Mei Zhaohe is much calmer than his subordinates, and he also understands better that people should not be judged by their appearance. When he knows himself but does not know the enemy, he does not want to break up with Mo Chifeng. Regarding the rumors about Mo Chifeng, he knows more details than others.
And now he needs to worry about not only Mo Chifeng, but also the person named Ke who doesn't know the details.
His men said he had a gun, so he had to be more careful.
"Then let's continue the previous topic." Mo Chifeng's sharp eyes stimulated the short man, "You just said you can't let go of anyone. I am very interested and want to know the ins and outs of the whole thing."
The short man vaguely realized that Mo Chifeng was not on his side. He hesitated to organize his words, but was blocked by Rong Lingling.
"The thing is very simple, he wants to provoke us."
Hearing "us" in Rong Lingling's mouth, Mo Chifeng realized that there was a man about his age standing next to her who wore sunglasses to remain mysterious.
Is he her friend?
His heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes became colder.
Ke Lingye understood his eyes and shrugged, feeling baffled.
"Will you accept his provocation? Lingling, this is not like you!" Mo Chifeng withdrew his gaze and said to Rong Lingling.
There was an obvious smile in his voice.
He has met Rong Lingling so many times, and even if he doesn't understand her completely, he is somewhat familiar with her.
Rong Linngling is not someone who is easily threatened.
"Hmm." Rong Lingling looked at Ke Lingye, "Take it out and show it."
"That's easy to say!" Ke Lingye laughed, and like a magic trick, he took out a black gun from behind and threw it in front of the short man, "How about it, it's realistic. If you don't believe it, try it!"
Who knows whether what he said is true or not, this is a gun, what if it misfires?
The short man swallowed his saliva and did not dare to touch.
He hasn’t lived enough yet, so he’s not looking for death!