Mad Southern Ye of China, Please Come Out and Fight!

Everyone turned to gaze at the commotion.

The crowd at the back dispersed to the side like a surging wave, creating a very wide road. A long fleet of cars came from above and below. From afar, it looked like a long dragon.

The leading car was a black BMW, followed by a Porsche, a Ford Mustang, a Spyker, a Bentley Continental, a Ferrari, and a Maserati. The last car was a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth more than 70 million.

It was like a car show.

When the convoy stopped, the doors opened simultaneously. Dozens of men in suits and sunglasses alighted from the cars.

The onlookers quickly retreated again.

These people stood silently on both sides of the road. They faced the Rolls-Royce Phantom and bowed forty-five degrees. Their faces were filled with respect.

"Dad, there are so many cars. I counted and realized there are more than a hundred cars, and they are all luxury cars!" Dai Shiyu exclaimed.