When the banquet ended, it was already late at night. Several Japanese guests left early, and before leaving, they all gave Li Yifei a deep look.
Honda Takeshi even raised his hand, pointed at Li Yifei, placed his palm in front of his neck, and made a slicing gesture full of threat. Sarama saw this too, and immediately wanted to rush over to catch up with those Japanese men.
Li Yifei grabbed her arm and said, "Don't chase them."
Sarama angrily said, "That's too much!"
"It's okay." Li Yifei shook his head and said, "Don't bother with them."
"I'll have Sashar arrange people to protect you. I always feel these Japanese have no good intention. They're cooperating with Uncle Parsons now, and you beat Uncle Parsons... We'd better be careful!" Sarama said.
Standing aside, Wu Shuwei was somewhat unaware. She didn't know about Li Yifei's easy win of ten billion, and neither did Angelina; both were watching Li Yifei.
