They desperately pushed forward, Qin Miaomiao's patience had reached its limit. She said coldly:
"Little Fourth, protect Rong Lan. Boss, take action!"
The boss curled his lips into a smile, bloodthirsty, licking his lips: "I've been waiting for those words for a long time."
No one saw his movements clearly, but by the time the reporters snapped back to reality, all their cameras were gone!
Looking again, all the cameras somehow ended up on that seemingly alluring woman!
The woman held a thin blade in her hand, a trace of blood still on it. She licked it with visible excitement in her eyes:
"If you get any closer, I'll kill you."
"A ghost!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone else was even more startled. It truly felt like a ghost!
Who could possibly steal so many cameras in such a short amount of time?
Before they could react, a car sped toward them at an alarming speed. Screaming, they scrambled to dodge it, stumbling and crawling.
