In front of them were a dozen or so burly men of different skin colors, making it impossible to determine which side they belonged to. But one thing was certain: this group of men did not come with good intentions.
The windows of the two supercars were being beaten by these men with iron rods, signaling the three people inside to come out on their own—of course, shattering a supercar's window wasn't that easy.
Maybe they also thought that treating such a supercar in this way was a kind of crime... However, their threatening intent was becoming more and more intense.
"Gan Hong, do you know which side these people belong to?" Song Ying was not flustered at this moment.
As an agent for the Song Family's public business and the princess of the Song Dynasty, Song Ying had seen even more ferocious people than these. Members of the Song Family have never been timid—despite their small numbers.
