Not far away was an old Beijing firepot restaurant. When Lu Xiao's car passed by, the nearby people all involuntarily shifted their gazes toward it, their eyes twinkling with a meaningful, profound gleam.
The car finally stopped in front of the repair shop.
The group standing at the entrance, each dressed in suits, seemed respectable, but an aggressive aura enveloped them.
Lu Xiao got out of the car, locked the door, and faced the scene as if it all was expected, completely unfazed. His lean and icy eyes harbored a detached coldness, indicating he didn't take these men seriously.
Step by step, Lu Xiao walked over, and the people by the door parted, leaving the door open for him.
A man in a suit opened the door, a narrow metal entryway that only allowed one person to pass. The man, expressionless, said, "Go in. Our boss Li is already inside waiting for you."
The interior of the repair shop was spacious, with several cars undergoing maintenance in the depths.
