Leng Youchen sneered, "This batch of assassins is completely wiped out. For a while, they wouldn't dare act rashly again. There's no need to send anyone to protect me; I can protect myself."
"BOSS!" Lu Feng protested, "Miss Anning is about to enter the election soon. London is full of crises, and if no one is around you, I won't be at ease."
"Aren't you someone?" Leng Youchen turned around and headed towards the shore.
At this point, after such an intense gunfight had just occurred, there were no pedestrians or patrol officers around. He had almost guessed that someone must have greased the wheels in advance; otherwise, how could it be so quiet?
Lu Feng followed, "BOSS, my capabilities are limited. Can you not be so wilful?"
"I believe in you."
Lu Feng: "..."
As the two climbed the steps, Leng Youchen only now felt a wave of fear. If he had accepted his fate even a little when those six cars flew over, he would have been buried in the vast Thames River by now.
