Chapter 1129 No Motley Crew

• “Are you here in the dead of the night to carry out a looting or to carry out a clandestine affair?” The ruffian in the lead knocked on the half-opened window with the rod in his hand.
• The assistant flashed him an awkward smile in return. “Sir, we’re merely passing by. We’re just passing by.”
• The man, however, scoffed. Then, he backed away before swiftly rushing forward and slamming the rod hard against the front of the car.