Long Zhen blinked innocently, appearing very approachable, and then slowly rolled up his left sleeve. At that moment, Brother Scar and his lackeys felt as if they had seen the Grim Reaper, their eyes nearly bursting from their sockets, trembling all over.
"Your Majesty, spare us! We are but blind fools who kidnapped the wrong person! Please, oh please, don't lower yourself to our level, let us go, we won't dare to do it again!"
If not for the limited space in the car, they would have already been prostrate on the ground, with their hands clasped together, kowtowing nonstop, their backs completely drenched with cold sweat in an instant.
Who was the President of the Dawn Association? That was the head of the Anti-Terror Alliance, a person said to kill without a trace, where ordinary people could be dead before even blinking, right under her gun.
