"Didn't you see our equipment? Let me tell you, even our exposed eyes have been specially disguised."
They said fearlessly.
"Even our own mothers won't be able to recognize us if they were right before us, let alone you."
Gu Junyi suddenly clenched his fists.
"F*ck."
They looked at Gu Junyi—whose face was thunderous—and said arrogantly.
"Young Mr. Gu, don't be sad. Don't you have a babe by your side?"
"When the time comes, this babe will have her limbs broken with you. She'll be hospitalized with you and can chat with you, so you won't be bored. Isn't that good?"
Gu Junyi glanced at Ye Muxue beside him and was about to ask these people to let Ye Muxue go.
Hearing this, the blood drained from Ye Muxue's face. She suddenly flung Gu Junyi's hand away in fear.
She looked at these motorcycle riders—who looked like outlaws—begged for mercy in a panic with a pale face.