Gang's leader?
Han Mu Xia was looking at Mu Ting Ye with her eyes widened. What was he talking about?
The man's eyes widened for a moment before he put on a flattering smile. "What are you talking about? I'm not a gang's leader."
"You're very familiar with this place and know that we're from the military car even though we never said it by ourselves. It's possible that you also hide, but your clothing say otherwise," Mu Ting Ye said unhurriedly.
"There's no smell of blood at all from you. Instead, there's only the smell of gunpowder, which mean that you're possessing firearms, am I right?"
At this point of time, Lu Zhi Han was already ready to start the car when it was necessary again. His eyes were watching the man, no the gang leader, with a hint of wariness and indifference. It was only now did he understand why Mu Ting Ye was treating this man as free worker.
He had already sensed that there were some people coming from a distance.
