Tonight, it was destined to be yet another extraordinary night.
A customized big G.
A natural adversary of A.
Two models of cars, with completely mismatched displacements, gave Yang Hao a taste of different flavors.
And while Yang Hao was savoring the distinct driving experiences of the two cars,
across the sea in Korea at the headquarters of MS Entertainment Company.
"Regarding the message just sent back from Chinese Group Leader Kim and Group Leader Song."
"What are your thoughts?"
In the conference room of MS Korea's headquarters,
several men, impeccably dressed and with an air of distinction, were solemnly discussing something.
Especially the middle-aged man seated in the main chair, his face was particularly unsightly.
"President..."
"I think we really have no need for concern."
"A Chinese person..."
"Aghhh!"
Before the man who started to speak could finish his sentence, the man called President, seated at the head of the table, suddenly threw an ashtray.
