"Why, do you want to use your fans to smash us to death now?"

"I just look down on you actors. You make so much money, but you don't even bother to give it to us. You have such a beautiful face and figure, but you only care about taking advantage of those fat-bellied directors."

"Brother, don't I smell good?"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, unaware that he was surrounded by the stench.

"You are committing a crime!" She gestured with her hand, asking Yang Xiaoli and the others to call the police.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoli and Lao Song actually got out of the car and stood in front of them.

Yang Xiaoli was very excited: "Boss, someone is delivering food again. This time I will definitely perform better than Lao Song."

Old Song had a stern face and stared at those people.

"Why did you get out of the car? Call the police!"

Ling Qingzhu was getting anxious. Were they sure these people were here to deliver food, not to get blood bags?

Yan Mofei grabbed Ling Qingzhu and walked towards the car, calling the police as he walked.

He briefly explained the situation, gave the address, and then pushed Ling Qingzhu into the car seat: "Stay in the car, lock the doors and windows from the inside, and leave the rest to me."

Looking into his eyes, Ling Qingzhu nodded for no reason to show her trust.

Then, Yan Mofei got out of the car.

The hooligans laughed. With three weaklings in front of them, wouldn't it be easy to deal with them?

They were confident they could take out the three men before the police arrived and then slip away quickly.

Before they could move, Old Song moved first...