Gathering
Uncle Yan frowned!
"As a member of the Qin Family, you must shoulder the responsibilities and mission of the Qin Family!"
"Some things cannot go as you please. What you need to do is face difficulties head-on!"
With that, Uncle Yan walked forward.
Qin Sha wiped away his tears. "Fuck, I should've rotted away in the Hua Family back then!"
Though he complained, Qin Sha still gritted his teeth and followed Uncle Yan.
It was not that he did not resist. This place was just too terrifying. If he did not follow Uncle Yan, he would be scared to death.
They were not heading up the mountain, but toward the sentry point.
After Qin Sha left, the last group finally arrived.
Shen Wuxiao had arrived.
One off-road vehicle, one person.
The vehicle came to a steady stop at the end of the gravel road, its headlights illuminating the black rocks ahead.
The door was pushed open.
Shen Wuxiao stepped out of the vehicle, dressed in a black trench coat, tall and straight.
He leaned against the door, an unlit cigarette held between his fingertips.
Under the hazy moonlight, his sharply defined profile looked even more handsome. When his brow arched slightly, it carried a hint of unruliness.
His jawline formed a cold, taut curve, and his eyes were as deep as the night, concealing a sharpness he did not reveal.
He was currently disguised. Though his looks had dropped by five percent compared to normal, he was still outrageously handsome.
"There are quite a few people here!" Shen Wuxiao swept his gaze around.
He snapped his fingers, and flames sprang from his fingertips, lighting up his distinct knuckles.
The moment the cigarette was lit, white smoke spilled from between his lips and teeth.
"Su, your daddy's here!"
Shen Wuxiao