The burly man with tattoos followed closely behind.
They knew that at this moment, the opponent's guns were definitely aimed at Zuo Li, so the burly man with tattoos stayed behind, staying alert at all times.
"Zuo Li, you really have guts to come out at this time?"
Seeing Zuo Li stepping out first, finally, Sco also walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of underlings.
Beside him was a woman in a white qipao.
Not a Huaxia woman, but a white woman, wearing a white qipao embroidered with roses that fully outlined her fiery figure.
The slit of the qipao was almost up to her waist, revealing her long, beautiful legs with each step, tantalizing men's curiosity.
"Alice, you really came too." Zuo Li's pupils contracted slightly.
"Zuo Li, you forced us to do this, don't blame us." The woman in the white qipao smiled faintly and said.
Her face was cool, her skin fair, having the innate advantage of a white woman's—an attractive figure.
