Chapter 125 - Scram, Or Die
“”Hmm.” Yu Shijin was stunned for but one second.
He sat on the sofa, cold and alone.
The bodyguard in black couldn’t tell what Yu Shijin meant. “Miss Su used a strand of metal to break the lock. Seems like she isn’t any ordinary folk.”
Yu Shijin’s cars were all customized at hefty prices. She had easily broken into it with a metal strand before they reached the front door.
The technique was too unique and she was too fast.
Even if one had been professionally trained, he might not achieve the same effect as her.
How could someone like that be an ordinary person?
“You’re going to look for that person?” Dugu Yi’s heart skipped a beat.
Dugu Yan acknowledged with a ‘hmm.’
“Might as well. This person from the Yu Family is obviously not good enough for you. However, that person…” Dugu Yi hesitated. “He has a fiancée.”
“Fiancée? It’s a marriage for connections between families and doesn’t count.” Dugu Yan sneered. “Moreover, his fiancée died more than two months ago. This time, it’ll be her 100 days offering and he’ll definitely show up!”
The car cruised steadily on the road towards Dugu Yan’s temporary manor.
Suddenly, the car made an emergency break—
Dugu Yan was shaken awake right after she closed her eyes. She alighted with a bad mood and asked Dugu Yi, “What happened?”
Dugu Yi shielded Dugu Yan behind him and looked at the single-colored army blocking in front of them solemnly. “Which military section are you from and what do you want?”
His hand was also on the gun in his pocket.
“Nothing much.” The chief detective sat on the front seat of the army green car and said slowly, “Just serving Boss’s order to make you guys leave Green City within an hour.”
Dugu Yi and his managers had always been treated respectfully anywhere they went.
They had never met something like this.
They were all red from anger. “How bold of you!”
The chief detective picked at his ear impatiently and asked, “Are you guys leaving or not?”
Dugu Yan pushed Dugu Yi aside and walked out coldly. “Ask your master to save his effort to attract my attention. Is he fit enough to make me leave?”
The chief detective went silent.
The leisure expression disappeared from his face as he whipped out his walkie-talkie. “Boss, what do we do if they refuse to leave?”
Very quickly, the reply came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.
The voice was deep and cold.
The tone was bossy and cool.
“Either scram, or die.”