Her black hair flew, her figure was graceful, those two snow‑white long legs running one after the other, simply putting the soft feminine charm on full display. He hadn't seen her face clearly, but Lin Mu could still tell this girl was definitely top‑tier material, overall score had to be at least ninety out of a hundred.
Only right now, this little top‑grade beauty's situation looked a bit shitty. Behind her were seventeen or eighteen burly men, clutching watermelon knives, spewing filthy curses as they chased her relentlessly. Passersby all turned to look, but no one dared step forward. In just a moment, the whole group had already rushed into a narrow alley.
"Heh, looks like my luck's not bad today."
Lin Mu's lips hooked into a wicked curve. He stomped the gas, and with a roar the Bugatti shot forward…
Staring at the dead‑end in front of her, Ling Xiaoqiao's face instantly drained of color.
