The night slowly turned dark, thick with clouds, as if a storm was looming.
A black Maybach drove along the highway.
Inside the car, a man reclined in his seat pretending to nap. He possessed a strikingly handsome face, with sharp features, thin lips with a cold demeanor. Even with his eyes closed, his presence was as commanding as an eagle soaring the skies, solitary and dominant.
Suddenly, the man's tightly shut eyes opened, and his sharp phoenix eyes glinted with a fierce intensity.
Behind them, several cars were rapidly closing in on the Maybach.
In the driver's seat, Mo Lang glanced at the rearview mirror outside, clearly seeing several cars approaching in the darkness. He and President Mo had just returned from a business meeting in the neighboring city, and it was audacious for these people to think they could assassinate them.
"President Mo!"
Mo Yuyan crossed his legs, his posture languid and noble, his aura suddenly grew cold and ominous.
"Increase the speed."
