In the eyes of the young man in the black suit, Li Chuan was probably Zhao Ying's obsessive fan. Such fans really deserved a little lesson.
But at this moment, the old man not far away spoke: "Xiaoqi, let him go, we have to leave."
The young man in the suit clearly listened to the old man, though he kept glaring at Li Chuan, made a finger gun gesture towards him, and then left arrogantly!
The old man turned back, giving Li Chuan a meaningful look: "Young man, when it comes to idolizing stars, know your limits, or you might lose your life!"
The old man was somewhat surprised by Li Chuan's actions just now, but it was just limited to surprise.
In his view, a third-tier city like Jiangzhou couldn't produce any big shots, and although Li Chuan had some skills, he was just a small fry that even the young man in the suit could easily handle, not worth his attention.
After giving Li Chuan a warning, the old man got into the car.
The luxury motorcade came quickly and left quickly too.
