The aloof male god returns, only for his beloved from the past.
Seven years ago, she was obsessed with chasing him, throwing herself at him, and using all sorts of little tricks.
Seven ...
"Bang bang bang!"
He had barely dodged the attack when, in the next second, his car was slashed and destroyed by the thugs.
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise the knife marks on the car would have been his fate.
The group of thugs was large and armed with sharp weapons; he was no match for them and could only retreat.
Having taken someone's money, they were obligated to solve their problems. The thugs wouldn't stop until they achieved their goal, and immediately gave chase.
Gao Jiakai, who had just come down from the elevator, saw Brother Lin being chased and immediately rushed to his car, opened the door, took out his pistol, and then rushed over to support Brother Lin.
Office workers who had just finished get off work and were about to drive home were all stunned by what they saw.
In broad daylight, vicious thugs infiltrated the parking lot and began chasing and killing citizens.
That was terrifying. Luckily, the person being chased wasn't them, or they would have been doomed.
However, they found that the person being hunted looked familiar; he seemed to be the real general manager of the company that was currently generating the most buzz.
Perjing Toys Co., Ltd. is currently thriving and should not have any outstanding debts, so why is the general manager of Perjing Toys Co., Ltd. being hunted down?
Did it threaten someone's interests? Did it damage the vested interests of some powerful figure?
They quickly thought of a suspect: the chairman of the Ji Group.
Currently, the only company that has openly opposed the Ji Group and dampened its momentum is Perkins Toys Ltd.
If you can't beat someone openly, you resort to sneak attacks; that's utterly shameless.
They hoped that the general manager of Perjing Toys Co., Ltd. could escape this predicament and then launch a proper counterattack against the Ji Group.
The underground parking lot was a maze of interconnected pathways. After circling around, Lin Congzhi met Gao Jiakai.
Seeing that Xiao Kai had taken out a pistol, Lin Congzhi felt much more at ease.
Guns are more powerful weapons than knives. I believe these thugs won't risk their lives for that little bit of money.
As Brother Lin approached him, Gao Jiakai immediately fired a shot into the ceiling as a warning to the thugs.
"Bang!"
The sound was very loud; it sounded like gunshots.
The pursuing thugs immediately stopped and dared not take another step.
They were carefully examining whether the pistol in Gao Jiakai's hand was real or fake. If it was fake, they would even chop down Gao Jiakai.
After observing for a few seconds, they found that it was almost indistinguishable from a real gun. Fear gripped them, and they dared not gamble with their lives.
With his gun pointed at the group of knife-wielding thugs, Gao Jiakai's eyes flashed with a fierce coldness as he growled in a low voice, "Get out!"
A single shot can be fatal, while their knives require several strikes to kill a person.
The rioters, not daring to risk their lives, retreated hastily and then fled in disarray.
After receiving the call for help, the office building security guards immediately dispatched a team to the underground parking lot.
Upon seeing a group of masked, knife-wielding thugs, they gave chase, intending to capture one of them.
But the masked thugs had cars and knives; if they dared to get close, they would be killed in a heartbeat.
Therefore, the security guards chasing the rioters did not dare to run too fast, in order to buy time for the rioters to leave.
Because the security guards were afraid of dying, the rioters successfully got into the van and then quickly drove away.
"Roar!"
Before long, they disappeared without a trace.
Lin Congzhi did not blame the office building's security guards, because their weapons were not sophisticated enough and they were at risk of being killed by desperate thugs at any time.
The thugs were just doing their jobs for money; they weren't the real masterminds.