In the chaotic party scene, Song Yi found peace and stability in his arms.
His scent was all around her.
The man shielded Song Yi, lifting his eyes, peach blossom eyes threateningly looking towards the party scene.
About a dozen people, wearing black clothes, holding guns, walked out of the elevator.
"Don't fucking move!" The leader came aggressively, and fired a shot into the air.
Tang Si looked at them, narrowed his eyes, holding Song Yi without moving.
"Zzz——"
The sound in Tang Si's earpiece, followed by Zhou Liang's voice: "Boss, this group of bastards seems to be here for fun, damn it, there's a helicopter nearby, when they're done they'll probably run."
Just now in the parking lot, the earpiece connected to the system.
"Their helicopter can't be intercepted?" Tang Si asked.
"No can do, this is the city center, forceful interception would cause an accident."
