There was not a single pedestrian on the spacious road, and the patter of rain seemed particularly loud.
Hiss—hiss—hiss—
Suddenly, eight pure black Bugatti Veyron sports cars came into view through the rain, forming a dragon and heading towards the destination in a high-profile manner.
The camera zooms in: In the third car, the young man's eyebrows are raised like a sharp sword, half-lying lazily, his white collarbone looming.[
The look in his eyes could not be seen clearly, but the slightly raised corners revealed his arrogance and arrogance, which was like the air-conditioning of hell's Rakshasa, scattered in every corner of the car.
Rumble--Rumble--
After a burst of lightning and thunder, the girl couldn't help but shiver.
At this moment, she was kneeling on the cold ground, her rain-wet hair stuck to her pale, bloodless face, but she was holding on to her tears, letting the rain flow down her hair and refusing to let the tears flow out.
Eye socket.
"You stinky girl, who are you showing off your wicked virtues? You little bastard is as mean as that shameless woman, why don't you go to hell to keep her company!"
"You are not allowed to scold my mother!"
Although the girl was shivering with cold, the stubbornness in her eyes showed no sign of weakness at all, and the fingertips in her hands were clenched so tightly that they were deeply embedded in her flesh.
"Snapped--"
The lady under the eaves raised her right hand and slapped her hard, leaving red and swollen palm prints on the girl's rain-stained face.
"Little bastard, you still dare to talk back, I won't teach you a lesson today." Her ladylike face twisted in anger, and she pointed at her nose and continued to curse:
"Your mother is a bitch. She left the prince of Hongyu Group unmarried, ran away with the underworld, and gave birth to a little bastard like you. Tell me, why didn't you die in a car accident with them? You will be a disgrace to our Mo family even if you are alive.
Face, why don’t you die——”
“Squeak————————” She seemed to have not scolded enough, but her attention was attracted by the sound of several rapid brakes.
Eight pure black Bugatti Veyron sports cars, flamboyant, stopped.
A group of men in black wearing sunglasses quickly got out of the car, and suddenly the area was filled with darkness. They stood in two rows respectfully in a military-like manner.
At this time, the door of the third Bugatti sports car slowly opened.
The first thing to hit the ground was a pair of shiny black leather shoes. Suddenly all the people in black were in awe, looking at him with an absolutely looking up look: a twelve-year-old boy!