"Heh heh! Too late." Bryan sternly waved his hand.
The people in the armored vehicle immediately got off with their weapons.
"Let's get working! Don't let any of them go." The captain ordered and quickly surrounded the group of hooligans.
The moment the hooligans saw the clothes they were wearing, their legs began to feel weak.
Some of the cowardly ones were unable to handle it and fell to the ground. They only had the thought "We're done for life" in their minds.
They all dared not to resist, and under intense pressure, they formed a neat queue and boarded the vehicle.
Just then, the convoy's captain approached Bryan and formally questioned him, "Young Master Bryan, do you have any other orders?"
"That would be it. Take them away."
"Yes, Mr. Jones."
Bryan needed to consult with Vania and Hanson before deciding on the next step.
When the hooligan gang was finally seized, the crew breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bryan, what's going on?" the director hesitantly questioned as he approached Bryan.
The director could see that these people were specifically targeting Bryan. Fortunately, Bryan was prepared today; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Bryan didn't want to answer the question, so he simply looked at the director and said, "This will never happen again."
Since Yvonne's crazy behavior had already affected numerous people, she needed to learn a lesson before it happened again.
The director didn't press Bryan for more information after realizing his reluctance to speak. It was fine as long as the crew wouldn't experience any mishaps later.
If anything happened to the entire crew, he wouldn't be able to handle such a heavy responsibility. He was afraid he might not be able to escape either.
Thinking about how the person just now referred to Bryan as Young Master Bryan made him realize Bryan's identity was even more enigmatic.
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