Just as the blonde man was about to say something, Qin Mo retracted his gaze. His elegant face was a little intimidating. "Where will this person go later?"
The blonde man was confused and asked, "Ah, which person?"
"The rascal you are referring to." Qin Mo's tone was still indifferent.
The man finally felt relieved. "Qin, you want to beat him up too, right?"
"No." Qin Mo's gaze landed on his face. His aura was noble. "It will dirty my hands to beat someone like this."
The blonde man: … This was the first time he felt that words can be used like this. This was even more pacifying than beating the person up.
The blonde man controlled his urge to smile. Then he finally opened his mouth in confusion. "Qin, if you don't want to beat him, why did you ask where he will go?"
"Because," Qin Mo's stopped tapping his fingers against the car window, "he will become Z's target today."
