It was 8:10 p.m.
Leading the way were two prestigious Red Chess Cars, followed by a dozen luxury vehicles each worth millions, slowly driving along the bustling streets of the metropolis at night.
The evening traffic in the metropolis was somewhat congested; the long convoy stopped and started repeatedly. When the fleet stopped again at a yellow-green traffic light, a sharp honk suddenly broke the tranquility inside the stretched Lincoln's cabin.
Chu Mo, a champagne flute in hand, was enjoying a lively conversation with Princess Mina sitting by his side. They were in high spirits because of a successfully concluded business deal and the enhancement of fine wine. They were laughing when the urgent honking outside interrupted the warmth between them.
