At this moment, the entrance of Qiuyun Company.
Jiang Chuan was lying back in his seat, leisurely puffing smoke rings.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brows, and a cold smile played at the corner of his mouth.
"Four people in front, five behind, huh, who arranged this? They really do think highly of me!"
Jiang Chuan glanced around, effortlessly grasping all the details in front of him and in the rearview mirror.
Then, he chuckled coldly, still lying leisurely in his seat without moving an inch!
It seemed like he wasn't bothered by the imminent crisis at all.
These people gradually approached, soon surrounding the car where Jiang Chuan was.
One of them stepped forward, reaching to pull open the driver's door, planning to drag Jiang Chuan out directly from inside after opening it.
However, just as the car door opened and before the person could reach in, a foot shot out like lightning, solidly kicking him in the chest.
