Chu Jin lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting into a satisfied curve as he spoke lightly, "Well then, let's go."
With those words, he turned around, locking his gaze on the Rolls-Royce in the night, a piercing coldness in his clear eyes.
It was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
Huang Mao scrambled up from the ground and hurried to lead the way for Chu Jin, "Brother Jin, this way." After finishing speaking, Huang Mao turned back and cautiously asked, "Then... what about these brothers of mine?"
As soon as Huang Mao turned back, he met Chu Jin's peach blossom eyes filled with a chilling light.
In the black of night, those eyes seemed to be tinged with a bloodthirsty color.
Huang Mao couldn't help but shiver, sweat beads forming on the tip of his nose.
He shouldn't have been so talkative.
Chu Jin blinked slightly, and in the blink of an eye, those bewitching peach blossom eyes swiftly regained their clarity.