The sky was overcast, and it was the middle of October. The air was starting to feel a little bit icy, just like the aura of the Red Scorpion. After leaving the hotel, Red Scorpion had been driving endlessly, breezing through numerous traffic lights, and ending up in an unfamiliar place she had never been before.
The ceaseless drizzle of the night had cleared away, the streets were still damp, but it felt surprisingly refreshing.
Red Scorpion was driving, and upon passing a certain place, she spotted a figure up ahead. Immediately, she slammed on the brakes, her eyes widened in shock.
How can this be possible!
Yang Hao was holding onto Black Scorpion's arm, her face wearing a radiant and naive smile.
