Next to the Los Angeles Court, in the parking garage of the adjacent building on the fourth floor near the central staircase, there was a huge crater, and a thick plume of black and gray smoke could be seen even from a distance.
Behind the parking garage, on the street, sat a black sedan with a large dent in its roof.
Luo An was strikingly handsome, and right now, the few strands of fresh blood on his face did not make him look fierce, but rather, added a certain indescribable charm to his appearance.
The girl in the passenger seat was still in shock, but upon seeing Luo An smiling and talking to her, her eyes lit up and she instinctively took out her cell phone and handed it to Luo An.
The boy in the driver's seat, who was equally startled, saw his girlfriend staring intently at Luo An, and coupled with the fact that his newly purchased car had been dented by Luo An, the boy's face turned red with rage, he flung open the car door, and charged toward Luo An, shouting angrily:
