Whistles and laughter rang out from the car.
A fashionably dressed young man walked over, followed by seven or eight burly men—all of them muscular Americans. Their muscles were bulging, radiating explosive power, and their exposed skin was covered in tattoos.
They walked toward Ye Chen and Qingyue, though all their attention was fixed on Qingyue. Because they were sitting outside, anyone passing by could see them.
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