Late at night, a luxurious military chariot was driving on the road. The night was dark, and the sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious gauze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
"Chief," "Master!" Mo Wen called out in a low voice as he drove, his eyes looking around sternly.
"What?" Mo Yanchen sat in the back seat and opened the side seat. Suddenly, an extremely thin laptop appeared. He opened it and some data popped up.
He tapped his finger on it, and soon, a set of data was displayed.
"I didn't do my job in Qiming's matter." Mo Wen could not sit still. He had been with mo Yancheng for so many years! There had never been any mistakes.
This time, when he was carrying out his orders, he was distracted for a moment and Qiming escaped.
It didn't matter if he escaped. Qiming was a person who harbored hatred. He was afraid that his future days would not be peaceful! With Qiming's perverted personality, he would do anything.