The Rolls-Royce driver scanned the crowd, arms crossed in front, eyes full of disdain, and continued to shout,
"I am Wan Zhengxin, Mr. Wan's driver!"
"Aren't you going to push the car, lift the car to save people?"
"Come on."
"Hurry up!"
As he spoke, the Rolls-Royce driver stepped aside, stopping his obstruction of the crowd.
Seeing this scene, the crowd trembled with anger, hateful, yet they didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction.
Not only did the crowd refrain from going up to move the car, but due to the driver's words, they subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
This Rolls-Royce Phantom actually belonged to Wan Zhengxin, so...
Wan Zhengxin was notoriously insidious in Shanghai; the consequences of offending him were unimaginable.
Sigh...
At this moment, black smoke in the distance grew thicker, indicating that the fire was fiercer.
"Wan Zhengxin?"
"Who is that, is he really powerful?"
"I'll take responsibility for moving the car!"
