That was a Lamborghini, with sleek lines and an overall aura of cool luxury. It's a limited edition worldwide, with only a handful of owners.
But none of this was the key point, the key was who owned it, something he was all too clear about internally.
He just stared directly at the car as it stopped near the nightclub, his eyes dark and deep like a mysterious well, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
In the next second, he was already a step ahead, returning once more to the nightclub he had left before.
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"Miss, are you okay by yourself?" Just as she entered the nightclub, a bodyguard assistant cautiously asked, following behind her.
The air around their miss had been intimidatingly oppressive these past two days, exuding a stifling, somber aura.
"Stay away from me, go stand aside."
Just a while back, she received a message.
A friend told her that a familiar figure was spotted in a famous nightclub.
