At this time, Leng Liehan quickly hugged Qianxi and rushed towards his car, looking back from time to time.
"Let me go, I can just walk on my own." Knowing that the mafia was chasing him behind him, it would be very difficult for him to move forward holding himself.
Qianxi's words made Leng Liehan's tense expression change back to its original gentleness: "Haha, at this time, the gentleman should protect the drunk lady."
She vaguely felt that there was a mystery hidden in his words. Qianxi did not persist and chose to remain silent.
After a while, Leng Liehan carried her into his car parked on the street.
"Master, where are you going?"
After the driver, Lao Gao, asked, Leng Liehan, who was sitting in the back seat, looked back at the men in black who were following him all the way, and smiled calmly: "It seems that I am in a little trouble today. Let's drive to a quiet place."
Lao Gao raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror, then looked at his master's expression, and nodded knowingly: "I understand."
As the car started slowly, the atmosphere in the car was obviously a little gloomy. Qianxi, who was leaning on the car window, didn't know whether she should continue to pretend to be drunk like this? Or should she just go with the flow and leave directly when the car stopped?
"Is it hard?"
After Leng Liehan asked with a smile on her face, she covered her eyes and shook her head in a daze: "It's okay..."
"Haha, it seems like your wound..."
"Master, it's okay." Lao Gao, the driver in the front seat, suddenly interrupted him.
Leng Liehan showed a comforting smile to Qianxi, then turned and looked at the rear window...
When he turned around again, all the smiles on his face disappeared, and a deep coldness ignited in his eyes: "Old Gao, please park here!"
The gentle atmosphere in the car solidified at this moment. The driver Lao Gao quickly stepped on the brakes, and their car stopped beside the deserted road south of Florence...