The expectant netizens lit up, the comment section exploded!
"Video? There is a video?!"
"Wait a minute, where is this? Why does it look so familiar?"
"I can only say this is a nightclub."
"F*ck! I remember this, it's Pure Color! It can't be wrong, it's Pure Color!"
Pure Color?
Fatty turned over towards captain beside him.
Qin Mo crossed his legs, tilting his head over, his gaze dark in contrast to his pale skin. He looked like a vampire, his orders in particular amplified the indolent, icy cold aura. "Start the attack, zero in on the target."
"Yes, Sir."
Fatty was genuinely excited, he had never acted this way before… even his fingers were trembling.
Director Huang glanced towards him at the back. "Is he alright like that?"
"Carsick is the worst it'll get," Qin Mo replied nonchalantly.
Fatty began to trace the IP address in the car in order to save time.
