Alana glanced across He Zhehan’s face distorted by lightning.
Before He Er Shao rushed over, the man had been knocked down on the front hood by Y·R’s security.
The body hollowed out by the color of wine didn’t even have room to struggle.
Looking at He Zhehan’s shocked and terrified eyes, Alana slowly showed him a cold smile.
The windows raised again.
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