Retribution

"I thought so," he said having not received a response. With a final, piercing look, he turned on his heel his car door opening for him.

He got in before driving off. In front of him was the black car and the BMW being driven by one of Hei Xiwen's goons. Luo Muchen didn't intend to lay a hand on him but his car was not off limits. 

The four vehicles drove into a jet hangar one after the other. The rich scent of jet fuel mingled with the crisp air as the car doors opened. The Luo family's private jet, a sleek embodiment of power and luxury, sat quietly in the vast space, its white and sliver skin gleaming under the high fluorescent lights.