"A team has broken in, and they're not ours."
A voice came through the communicator, and Victor picked up the device, "Don't worry about them, I only want the target!"
"Yes!"
A comrade nearby, somewhat curious, asked, "Whose men are they?"
Victor looked at Long Yu, who had once again straightened up on the street, and said coldly, "Longhua Association's people."
The comrade was taken aback, but quickly realized what was going on, looking towards Long Yu, "The older the Jianghu, the feebler the guts?"
As soon as the words were spoken, Long Yu on the street suddenly looked over.
Through the glass, nothing could be seen from the outside, but Long Yu's gaze seemed to penetrate the glass clearly, knowing that there were people inside.
Long Yu sneered disdainfully in their direction, then in a flash, he ran off in the opposite direction from Wu Li.
"He actually knows we're here?" The comrade sounded somewhat surprised.
