Ling Chen nodded and said, "They said it themselves, it shouldn't be fake." As soon as he finished speaking, a Mercedes business van slowly drove in from the parking lot entrance and soon stopped in front of them.
As the van stopped, a middle-aged man jumped out from the passenger seat, glanced around, and then focused his gaze on Ling Chen and Nanrong Hao opposite.
"Where are the people?" The middle-aged man asked coldly.
Without a word, Ling Chen gave Nanrong Hao a look. The latter understood and quickly walked to the side of the Cadillac, opening the back seat door. Immediately, Qiang was seen lying in the car, eyes shut as if he had fainted.
"Where's the person I want?" Ling Chen asked the other.
The middle-aged man turned around and gestured to the Mercedes business van. Soon, the trunk was opened, and two men led a woman down. She wore a hood, hiding her face. The suited man walked up, grabbed the woman's arm, dragged her in front of Ling Chen, and then took off the hood.
