After receiving Zhan Feiyu's distress call, Du Yujia immediately felt the heavy pressure.
After contemplating for a moment, she clenched her teeth and turned to say: "Zhu Bufan, there are people causing trouble at our company's entrance, about more than 10 people. Can you handle it? If you can't, don't force yourself, I'll call Mr. Jin and others to come help."
Mr. Jin is the old man from the Zhan Family who is skilled in Martial Arts.
"What? Someone dares to cause trouble on my turf? Is it at the front or back door?" Zhu Bufan asked coldly.
"They have set up a roadblock 300 meters behind the back door, charging tolls and hindering our project from running normally. Let's go and talk to them..."
"These damn bastards, they actually dare to set up a toll at my doorstep! Damn!" Zhu Bufan burst out and started running.
"Zhu Bufan, don't be impulsive, wait for me..." Du Yujia hurriedly followed, but she was still wearing high heels, catching up to Zhu Bufan would be unlikely.
