Chapter 487

Philip's eyes were cold. He sent a text message on his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. He glanced at the Cadillac behind them, gave it a thought, and followed them into the car. Intercontinental Hotel, Presidential Suite. Philip followed the two bodyguards into the private room and saw eight burly men in it. They were all dressed in black suits and had an icy aura like they had been through a lot. It was frightening. At the head of the round table sat a plump, middle-aged man tucking into a lamb hot pot. Wynn sat beside him with her arms folded over her chest. Her icy expression looked slightly anxious. Philip speculated. He saw through them at a glance. The eight people looked like martial artists, so their fighting skills should be good. As for the man who was eating hot pot, he might look plump, but there was something evil in his every move. 'He's a tough guy!' However, it was all nothing to Philip. 'A useless bum? 'I'm sorry, I'm not one.' He did not waste a