In the next second, Wang Chuanlei's thoughts were dashed because of the car that was behind him.
This car wasn't as flashy as the sports car but that didn't affect the formidable pressure it carried. It was actually because of the person that alighted from the car, Qin Mo.
One of his hands was wrapped in a bandage as he stood upright. Behind him were four other sports cars.
Camouflage army uniforms had never been compatible with a suit. But yet, that incompatibility didn't seem to exist for Qin Mo. Under the sunlight, his hair was dark and black, his back straight and firm, and his eyes deeper than an abyss.
Every single detail indicated that he was a soldier; a soldier of China.
"Are you coming out on your own or do I have to handcuff you?" That was his first line.
Bo Jiu held her face, she sat in the Land Rover and broke into an evil grin.
