Ye Feng actually did not like this kind of illegal taxi driver.
Hearing this, he subconsciously wanted to wave his hand.
However, Zhuang Xiaoqiao pointed at the long queue in the taxi waiting area. "If we wait here for a taxi, we'll probably have to wait a while."
"If his car is not far away, we can go over and take a look."
"I happen to hate American taxis. Most of them smell like alcohol and all kinds of unpleasant smells. The hygiene is worrying."
The guy probably didn't understand what they were saying. He just urged, "Really, a brand new Mercedes-Benz."
"It's just this way..."
As he spoke, he pointed at an area not far away.
Ye Feng saw this and nodded. "Bring us there."
The guy was overjoyed. He nodded and bowed repeatedly as he began to lead the way.
When he was leading the way, he was very enthusiastic and wanted to help Ye Feng carry his luggage.