The fiery red sports car roared, like a waking crimson dragon roaring down the street, flying, turned into a streak of crimson shadow flashing across the gradually darkening sky.
Stopping the car in front of an abandoned factory, a teenager sat in the car, watching the four or five vans parked at the factory entrance, with some people coming and going, in and out.
Expressionless, he lifted his head, his starry eyes meeting the rearview mirror, In the mirror, the same starry eyes as his own were icy cold, a trace of azure flashed by.
[Majesty, you're being too impulsive!]007 argued in the learning space.
Bi Xia calmly set his phone to silent mode, lifted his hand to adjust the black baseball cap on his head, slowly opened the car door, and got out, looking at the men walking toward him. Bi Xia pressed down on his cap and said softly, 'You once said, when reason and emotion conflict, choose what you believe is right.'
'Right now, I choose emotion.'
"Who are you... Ah!"
