Dragon Squad!

Zhang Wei's patience finally ran out, and he seized Xie Meirong's wrists forcefully.

"Ah! It hurts, hubby. Be gentle!" Xie Meirong moaned, her voice taking on a peculiar tone that sent an unsettling shiver down everyone's spine.

Zhang Wei was tempted to throw her against the nearest wall. "One more peep from you, and I'll ensure you never speak again."

Xie Meirong couldn't resist flashing a victorious smile and provocatively beckoning him. "Oh, and how would you do that, hubby?"

But Zhang Wei wasn't in the mood for games. He wanted answers. "Who set you free? Shouldn't you be in jail?" he demanded.

With a reluctant pout, Xie Meirong yielded to his stern gaze. "Those two inside the car," she nodded towards the Rolls-Royce with its tinted windows.

Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he examined the license plate. "99999...?" he muttered, clearly taken aback.