Zhang Song had no choice but to get out of the car slowly. He gently glanced at Mu Xinyi, who was worried but not panic. He knew that she was actually very afraid. She just didn't want to worry about him.
When the man saw Zhang Song getting off the car, his eyes showed some approval. He looked at Zhang Song and said, "You are very brave, but also stupid. Since you are involved in the underworld, how can you be so excited for a woman?"
His accent was very strange, which made Zhang Song frown slightly. He hadn't heard it on the phone before, but now he was sure that his accent was the legitimate Wang accent.
Zhang Song looked at the other four coldly and pulled out a black short gun from his bosom. He stared at the speaker and said, "Are you Japanese? I don't know what I, Zhang Song, have
