At this moment, Cao Baming was speeding in his car on the highway. Although he didn't know the exact location, wherever it was, it was certainly not too far from Manchester United's club stadium.
Mike, too, was no longer surprised by such matters. He truthfully reported the name of the coffee shop they were currently in to his boss and also sent his location to his phone.
Cao Baming looked closely, and the navigation system already displayed the target location and the remaining distance.
The estimated remaining time was about eighteen minutes, not too far.
No matter who this person was or what their purpose, in the next eighteen minutes, they would have the opportunity for a face-to-face conversation.
Mike was on the phone, while Max, sitting opposite him, couldn't wait and proactively called the waiter to order two coffees.
They hadn't intended to drink anything when they came to this coffee shop, and Mike himself had already eaten his fill. At this moment, he had no desire for coffee.
However, this guy didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. He didn't even seem to know what kind of hardship awaited him. He looked relaxed, ordered two coffees, both his favorites, and didn't seem to consider giving any to Mike.
As expected, two minutes later, the waiter brought both coffees to the table on a metal tray. One was placed in front of Max, and the other in front of Mike.
Then, in the next second, Max reached out and took the cup of coffee in front of Mike, bringing it to his own lips and taking a gentle sip.
His face was filled with joy. The taste seemed to awaken something within him, and he smiled blissfully.
Mike, on the other hand, was greatly shocked. So this guy really ordered two coffees just for himself.
Alright, alright, I really can't take it anymore. Mike now wants to slap this guy twice, as long as it doesn't kill him. Later, he only needs to talk to Cao Baming.
Seeing this situation, it was clear that the other party wanted to provoke him. Although Mike's face showed no anger, the rage in his heart had already gathered in his fists.
Mike's fists bulged with veins. He took his hand out of his pocket and quickly swung it towards the face of the person he found so displeasing.
There was no point in talking much to this kind of person. With just a few words, he had already realized how infuriating Max's words were. Fortunately, the one who would be talking to him was not himself, but his boss, Cao Baming.
But he knew Cao Baming's temper, and the injuries this guy would suffer later would definitely not be lighter than now.
However, in the next second, the fist Mike swung forward was suddenly caught precisely by one of Max's arms.
At the same time, he didn't even blink an eye, still staring at the cup of coffee in front of him. With his other hand, he steadily held the cup and took a gentle sip, still savoring the delicious taste.
With such a movement, his arm didn't even tremble slightly, and the cup full of coffee didn't spill a single drop onto the table.
Max appeared calm and composed, as if he had full confidence in his own strength.
Mike, at this moment, was even more shocked. Who on earth was this person?
Just then, there was a commotion outside the door, and at the same time, Mike's phone rang. The name displayed on the screen was none other than his boss, Cao Baming.
This small coffee shop was only one story high. Through the glass, they could hear the activity outside. A few seconds later, Cao Baming's gray Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the coffee shop.
Mike could recognize this car, as it was Cao Baming's favorite car, and he had seen it many times. He could recognize it at a glance. Cao Baming had arrived.
He glanced at his watch. More than twenty minutes had passed since they arrived at the coffee shop.
Max released his arm, then put down the coffee cup, only to pick up another one and blow gently into it.
Enduring for a moment of peace, and with Cao Baming about to arrive, Mike had no choice but to retract his fist.
Anyway, he would see how the boss would teach him a lesson later. He didn't need to do it himself!
After the car outside stopped, the headlights turned off. The person who got out of the car was indeed Cao Baming, and at the same time, another person pushed open the door from the passenger seat.
Mike looked closely. This woman wearing a dark blue outfit was also someone he knew. It was Wu Xue!
This was unexpected. He had thought Cao Baming would come alone, but he never expected Wu Xue to come to a place like this. Why?
At this moment, Max also looked out the window. He could naturally recognize Cao Baming's face, and he was also familiar with his car.
However, even he was somewhat surprised by Wu Xue's arrival.
A few seconds later, there was a sound at the main entrance. The waiter walked forward enthusiastically to welcome the new guests. Cao Baming and Wu Xue walked directly towards Mike's location.
"I saw you outside when I was parking, through the window glass!" Cao Baming said to Mike.
With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Cao Baming looked at Wu Xue beside him and realized he needed to explain the situation.
"Wu Xue is someone I picked up on the way. It was purely an accident, but she herself wanted to come and see, as she experienced those things firsthand. I think it's fine."
Mike nodded repeatedly, and at the same time, made space for his boss.
It was then that Cao Baming turned his gaze to Max, who was drinking coffee.
Seeing two cups of coffee on the table, both on Max's side, Cao Baming did not seem surprised. For some reason, he had already anticipated all of this in his heart.
With the investigation during this period and the previous encounter at the stadium, Cao Baming already knew the person in front of him like the back of his hand. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he could read minds.
"Hello, Max."
As Cao Baming spoke, he and Wu Xue sat down side by side. As there wasn't enough space, Mike moved to another seat nearby.