The Audi A8 carrying Boss Zhou led the way, with Qin Fan following in Chang Yuanyi's unassuming Volkswagen Phaeton. The two cars sped away from the military hospital's main gate, leaving behind dozens of envious gazes.
This envy was directed at the magnate who had secured an opportunity to get close to Qin Fan. What did it mean to have a chance to board the metaphorical ship that Qin Fan had launched? They all understood. But alas, they had been just a moment too slow, and the opportunity was snatched away before they could even speak.
"Just the fact that Old Jin has worked for Lord Qin is enough to gild his reputation! Damn, that son of a bitch is so lucky! Ah well, we should just be thankful we got out of this unscathed. Alright, let's all disperse!"
Rising from the ground, one of the magnates rubbed his sore knees. His gaze lingered on the direction the cars had disappeared before he let out a heavy sigh and walked slowly toward his own vehicle.
