However, the roars came from two directions: one from inside the pitch-black Red Flag sedan, and the other from behind the crowd.
More than thirty lackeys, along with Brother Bao and his men, hardly knew where to look. Gazing outward, they saw that at some point, a group of men wearing security guard uniforms and carrying rubber batons had appeared. Although they looked like security guards, their aura was unmistakably that of street thugs. They wore their caps crookedly, slung their belts at an angle, and slouched however they pleased.
When Zhao Tiezhu saw the security guards' appearance, he laughed in exasperation. It was too humiliating—they would have been better off not wearing the uniforms at all.
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