Xiao Yiju stepped forward and grabbed the leader by the collar: "Where are those from the Fisher family?"
"Fisher Family? What Fisher Family?"
The man looked confused.
"I asked you where Wu Yue went?"
Xiao Yiju looked at him viciously.
"You mean Wu Yue?"
The man suddenly realized: "They left a long time ago."
“They rented our art gallery for an entire afternoon.”
Xiao Yimo grabbed the dying "beauty" and said in a deep voice, "Let's go."
The group was about to leave.
The man yelled, "What's wrong with you? How did you get in? Even if you want to be a fan, you have to obey the law."
It seems that this "Morning Star Puppet Art Museum" is their place, and Wu Yue and the others just rented this place in advance to confuse Xiao Yimo and the others.
However, how did Wu Yue know his whereabouts?
Why can he always anticipate his enemies' moves?
Xiao Yimo became more alert.
He was not worried about these people, but he felt that Wu Yue must have some unknown means.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? If you don't explain clearly, I'm going to call the police!"
The man yelled.
But perhaps it was because Xiao Yimo and his group were more numerous, or perhaps it was because their momentum was too strong.
He only dared to protest loudly but did not dare to step forward to stop it.
Xiao Yimo is extremely anxious now, how can he care about him?
He led everyone out in a hurry.
As soon as I went out, I saw that the car I drove when I came was gone.
There were only three motorcycles in the parking space.
Xiao Yimo turned around and coldly asked the man who had been following behind in protest: "Where is our car?"
"Your car?"
The man suddenly woke up from his dream and asked, "Is that Knight XV your car?"
Oh my god, that was his dream car.
If it wasn't too expensive, he would buy one no matter what!
It’s a pity that it was just towed away by a big crane.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with Xiao Yimo's attitude, so he told him about the big crane.
Xiao Yimo was silent. Needless to say, this was another thing done by Wu Yue.
Xiao Yimo looked at the three motorcycles and asked, "Is this yours?"
"yes."
The momentum of attack and defense had completely reversed, and the man hadn't noticed at all.
"One million, sell all three to us."
Xiao Yimo said lightly.
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