Whirring!
Outside the abandoned cement factory, Brother Pingtou and a few of his followers hurriedly started up their vehicles. The car engines roared to life, and the tires smoked from friction against the ground.
Before Chen Tang could respond to the support team, the captain of the C-Level Support Team continued to request instructions, "Young Master, what should we do with the few shrimps at the door? Should we eliminate them?"
The C-Level Support Team, composed of ten people per squad with one sniper in each, forms a platoon with three squads.
With thirty people present, that meant there were three super snipers.
Not to mention the other martial arts experts present, the mere three snipers were enough to deter everyone at the scene.
"Forget it, let them go! It's good to let them inform Lu Han," Chen Tang said casually as he waved his hand and turned towards his Mercedes.