Li Qiao didn’t want to get into a fight today because she was meeting Shang Yu later.
But Tu Anliang seemed to be asking for trouble, Luoyu had made it very clear, yet he was relentless.
As for that so-called big meeting, Li Qiao couldn’t be bothered to ponder it.
She guessed... it probably had something to do with Shang Yu, too.
At that moment, Luoyu’s eyes flickered with disdain as she sneered, "I’ll handle this petty matter, you don’t need to lift a finger."
Li Qiao calmly accepted the arrangement, turning back toward the passenger seat and softly urging, "Hurry up, he’s waiting."
Luoyu smiled in response, "Give me five minutes."
Seeing this unfold, Tu Anliang felt something was off.
He had brought quite a few people with him today just to intimidate them.
Resolve it in five minutes? He thought it was all bluster!
As the local strongman of South City, Tu Anliang was accustomed to being surrounded by underlings, a king in his own right.
Now being ignored by two women, a surge of animosity instantly filled his eyes.
He stepped back and waved at his henchmen, "Take them both back with you."
If they wouldn’t drink a toast, they’d have to drink a forfeit.
He wanted to see just who this girl so carefully protected by the old man really was!
In the car, Li Qiao leaned against the window, resting her forehead on her hand, watching Luoyu fight absentmindedly.
She silently timed, growing a bit impatient.
Just then, Luoyu’s phone on the dashboard rang.
Li Qiao glanced at it and saw that the caller was Liuyun.
She didn’t pick up, waiting for the call to disconnect, then used her own phone to dial Liuyun.
"Miss Li, have you arrived?"
The moment the call connected, Liuyun blurted out a question.
Li Qiao tugged at her lips, looking out the window, "I’ll need about twenty more minutes."
With Luoyu’s skills, she would take five minutes to deal with these people.
But they hadn’t reached the highway yet, and it was still some distance to Bolan Golf Course.
At this time, a wail came through the lowered car window, and it was also caught by Liuyun on the other end of the phone.
He was standing on the outskirts of the golf course, his face turned stern, "Miss Li, what’s happened?"
"Oh, it’s nothing serious, just a few pieces of trash," she replied.
Trash Tu Anliang: "..."
Liuyun, knowing things couldn’t be that simple, hung up and hurried back to the golf course.
At the corner of the golf course, Shang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, after listening to Liuyun’s report, his thin lips slightly pursed, his gaze sharpening, "Let Luoyu protect her. You, go check who it is—that’s asking for death."
Liuyun’s eyes flickered, and after nodding, he turned to make a call and start arranging an investigation.
Meanwhile, a Mercedes rolled slowly onto the highway entrance, and on a fork in the road behind, a group of people lay on the ground, groaning with either hands on their bellies or noses.
Tu Anliang’s tracksuit bore two footprints, his hair was disheveled, and he was hiding in the car, gasping for air.
He couldn’t beat her, he actually couldn’t beat that woman!