Mo Qian gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot pressing the accelerator all the way down. The Maybach shot forward like an arrow leaving the bow.
The car behind him immediately sped up as well, the two vehicles racing along, one chasing the other, at an incredible speed toward the seaside avenue.
Mo Qian's gaze remained cold and focused on the road ahead. Suddenly, he felt a peculiar rush of heat in his blood, an unusual fervor stirring wildly within him... His breathing became noticeably heavier.
This sensation—the inexplicable familiarity of it—made Mo Qian's expression change sharply.
He hadn't been in contact with anyone, nor had he handled anything unusual aside from that slip of paper containing the agreement.
Why would he be experiencing such a reaction?
In an instant, a thought struck Mo Qian's mind.
Back in Britain, he had heard of a type of aphrodisiac powder—colorless, odorless. A mere touch sprinkled on paper, if inhaled, could produce a potent effect.
