The half-open car window revealed Xing Liehuo's ice sculpture-like handsome face, so rigid that no emotion could be discerned, yet his cold voice cut across the night sky like thunder, "Pass on my order, martial law within 300 meters with this as the center, without my command, not even a bird is allowed to fly in."
"Yes!"
Xie Mingcheng took the order and left.
Then came the sound of commands and the uniform tapping of military boots — thumping loudly; two reinforced platoons of fully armed special forces secured the road.
Dawu also got out of the car and left.
Click!
The lock of the War God Vehicle was activated!
Her heart skipped a beat, Lian Qiao's breathing became erratic, her heart pounding like a frightened deer, and she caught a glimpse of the icy cold on the man's face.
"Xing Liehuo, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Listen to your story!" His lips were firmly pressed together, his face steel-like in its cold and haughty hardness.
The night was pitch black.
