Huo Feng's eyes swept the car's interior every movement of his was deliberate.
Then, beneath the driver's seat, something caught his eyes. It was flashy, causing his brows to furrow.
He reached down and pulled out a jade hairpin inlaid with silver. It was the very one he had given to Huo Yan last spring.
But it wasn't just the hairpin. It was what was wrapped around the hairpin.
Wrapped tightly around it was a strip of white cloth, and written across the fabric in jagged red strokes were four words:
"Catch us if you can." It was utter provocation.
The driver's legs buckled. "Y-young Master…" His face was deathly pale as he continued to swallow.
Huo Feng's grip on the hairpin tightened until blood welled in his palm. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes burned with a fury that made him unapproachable.
Whoever dared touch his sister hadn't just taken her—they had declared war.
