The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Ye Zhibing, Mr. Xiong and others went downstairs to the entrance of the hotel. Mr. Xiong pointed to a red Lamborghini not far away and said, "Assistant Ye, that is the special car to pick you up. Are you satisfied?"

Ye Zhibing just took a look at it, and it really is a good car with excellent visual effects, and it is a sharp weapon for pretense.

So Ye Zhibing nodded, "Not bad, not bad."

Mr. Xiong smiled, "Assistant Naye, let's get in the car."

Accompanied by Mr. Xiong, Ye Zhibing came to the car and observed the luxury car up close.

After looking at it for a while, Ye Zhibing rubbed his hands, and said to Mr. Xiong: "Mr. Xiong, seeing how good this car is, my hands are itchy and I want to drive it. Do you think it will work?"

Mr. Xiong agreed, "What's the problem, just open it if you want."

As he said that, he turned around and told the assistant carrying the bag behind him, "Xiao Shi, give Assistant Ye the car keys."

The young assistant gave Ye Zhibing the key.

Ye Zhibing opened the door and got into the car, sitting in the driver's seat.

Mr. Xiong wanted to sit next to him, but Ye Zhibing said, "Excuse me, Mr. Xiong, I have to pick up someone. Do you still have a car?"

There are so many demands, Mr. Xiong complained in his heart, but he and his assistant sat down in a Mercedes-Benz next to him.

Ye Zhibing started the car, kicked the accelerator and was on the road.

His first stop was to pick up Ms. Murong, and he had already agreed to let her be Mr. Qu's divorce lawyer, so he couldn't keep his word.

In that case, the beautiful woman will look down on him, and this kind of thing must not be done.

The horsepower of the luxury car is sufficient, and it can easily reach sixty yards.

If it weren't for the speed limit on urban roads, Ye Zhibing could enjoy the thrill of drag racing.

But as soon as the car left the door of the hotel, Ye Zhibing found that besides Mr. Xiong's Mercedes-Benz, there were two other cars following him.

Needless to say, this must be Mr. Xiong's arrangement.

With so much money in their hands, how can they rest assured without some insurance measures.

So Ye Zhibing pretended he didn't see it, and didn't say anything.

With this luxury car in hand, wait until the suburbs, and see how I get rid of you.

When the car arrived at Miss Murong's office building, Ye Zhibing didn't get out of the car, but called Miss Murong, saying that he was already downstairs and waiting for her.

Miss Murong promised to go downstairs soon, and sure enough, after more than ten minutes, Miss Murong was wearing a black lady's suit and stepped out of the door with high heels.

Ye Zhibing got out of the car and waved to Miss Murong: "Miss Murong, here."

Miss Murong saw Ye Zhibing and walked over.

Then she noticed the Lamborghini behind Ye Zhibing, and asked in surprise, "Is this your car?"

Ye Zhibing smiled and shook his head, "No, it's just borrowed."

Ms. Murong smiled. These days, it's a skill to borrow a Lamborghini to drive.

At least you have to have a rich friend.

And people who can be friends with rich people will not be simple people.

"I have brought the official seal of the contract, and the contract can be signed at any time."

Miss Murong clapped a folder in her hand and said.

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Okay, let's get in the car."

Miss Murong waited for Ye Zhibing to get into the car, and sat in the passenger seat, looking at the interior of the luxury car in surprise.

"It's so beautiful!"

Miss Murong praised repeatedly.

Ye Zhibing said casually: "It's so-so, it's just a replacement for walking. Do you know that according to statistics, the time a private car is really on the road accounts for less than [-]% of its lifespan. When you get the car, it spends most of its time lying in the garage waiting to rust and be scrapped."

Miss Murong said with a smile, "That's also a way to save face."

"The face is earned by oneself, not by others. Alright, let's go."

The luxury car set off again and headed for the suburbs.

Ye Zhibing chose a road section with few cars. In the suburban area with few cars, Ye Zhibing planned to speed up and get rid of Mr. Xiong and his following convoy.

After the contract is signed, come to him again and take him to Mr. Qu.

In this way, both things are done, and there is no offense to each other, which is very good.

But just as he was about to accelerate, a small truck parked on the side of the road suddenly started, rushed to the middle of the road, and stopped sideways.

The roads in the suburbs are not wide at all, and there are ditches on both sides. It is so horizontal that no car can pass it.

Ye Zhibing made an emergency stop, wondering if someone was blocking him, so he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Mr. Xiong's motorcade had a few more tails behind it.

Could it be that Mr. Zhao wants to kill himself and lay an ambush here?

Logically speaking, only Mr. Xiong knows about his itinerary.

He had the condition to call and notify the ambushing vehicles to intercept him.

Mr. Zhao, I underestimated how vicious he was.

Miss Murong saw that the car had stopped, and she didn't know what happened, so she asked Ye Zhibing: "Mr. Ye, what's the matter? Did the car break down?"

Ye Zhibing comforted Miss Murong, "Don't worry, just wait in the car, I'll check the situation."

Miss Murong nodded: "Okay, I'll wait in the car for your return."

As soon as Ye Zhibing got out of the car, he saw more than a dozen strong men jumping out of the pickup truck, running towards them aggressively with machetes in their hands.

Looking back, I saw a dozen or so people in Mr. Xiong's three cars walking towards him.

The vehicles coming out from a little further away also stopped, and dozens of strong men jumped off, all of them carrying machetes, striding over to outflank them.

Ye Zhibing shouted at Mr. Xiong: "Mr. Xiong, what do you mean? Are you going to kill me?"

Mr. Xiong's face was not the smug look Ye Zhibing imagined, but flustered.

He quickly ran to Ye Zhibing, and said nervously, "Assistant Ye, I don't know who they are either!"

Ye Zhibing frowned and asked, "Aren't they yours?"

Mr. Xiong tried his best to make Ye Zhibing believe in himself: "It's really not. I don't know any of them. If you don't believe me, just wait and see. They might even kill me."

This made Ye Zhibing very confused. Since Mr. Xiong, who is also Mr. Zhao's cronies, came out of nowhere, who could it be?

Miss Murong in the car saw a lot of people approaching with machetes and screamed in fright.

Ye Zhibing hurriedly turned his head and leaned down outside the car window and said to Miss Murong: "There is a little trouble today, please close the door and don't get out of the car, I promise you will be fine."

Miss Murong had seen Ye Zhibing beat Yue Peng's bodyguards in the hotel box, but it was just a few people, all with bare hands, but the situation is different now, there are many more of them, and they all have weapons.

Can Ye Zhibing still handle it?

"Mr. Ye, can you really guarantee it?"

Miss Murong needed some psychological affirmation, so she asked again.

Ye Zhibing nodded calmly, "Yes, believe me, we can overcome this difficulty."