About ten minutes later, more than a dozen vans roared to a stop in front of Andrew's company. About a hundred people got out of the vehicles, holding weapons such as steel pipes and iron bars.
They stood in a row of defense. A Rolls-Royce stopped behind them, and a man in a custom-made suit got out of the car.
He was in his forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing gold inlaid jade in his hands, and a cigar in his mouth.
Austin laughed and said, "As expected, no matter how rich he is, he can't get rid of bad taste."
Ashley asked, "Will his fancy suits affect my beating?"
Austin was stunned by her words. He replied in a daze, "Uh... Maybe expensive clothes are difficult to cut. Why don't you try it later?"
"Good idea!" Ashley agreed. She stared at the man in the suit with great interest.
Then she said, "Why don't we go down and fight? The space here is too small to enjoy the fight."