Jiulong raises eyebrows. Although the expression on his face hasn't changed much, the unhappiness in his eyes begins to deepen.

"Jiushao, what shall we do now?" The assistant stood beside Kowloon, looking at the car driving farther and farther away, frowning at the man beside him.

Kowloon faintly takes back his sight, snorts and stoops to get on the bus: "what's the hurry?"

the assistant slightly pursed his lips and nodded.

Jiulong looks out of the window with a smile on his mouth. Anyway, he has posed a certain threat to Shen yuecang, which is enough.

Shen yuecang was in a bad mood. He wanted to come out and relax....