The man in the Mercedes seemed very cautious, holding binoculars from a distance and after making out the situation inside the factory, his face turned pale as he quickly drove away.
Meanwhile, inside a luxurious villa.
Chen Zhiyuan hung up the phone and exchanged looks with Liu Hongxin, both wearing an expression of defeat. Even Zhao Xiufeng, who usually carried herself with arrogance, stood frozen in place.
They had never expected that even the men from Vermilion Bird would fail.
"How could this happen?"
Chen Zhiyuan muttered to himself, his fists instinctively clenching, "Who exactly is he?"
If he still thought that Ye Chen was just an ordinary person now, he would be a fool.
"What do we do now?" Liu Hongxin asked unwillingly, "Are we just going to let him go like this?"
"How could we let him off that easily?"
Chen Zhiyuan said coldly, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.