Half an hour later.
Driver King's car was intercepted by dozens of SUVs in the downtown area, wild and rough.
"Where's Eva Nightingale?" The assistant with gold wire-framed glasses stepped forward and spoke directly.
Dozens of bodyguards surrounded the taxi, giving off an extremely strong sense of oppression.
Driver King trembled as he rolled down the car window: "What... What Eva Nightingale..."
"Where's the woman you just picked up and drove away?"
Driver: "..." This is the privacy of a customer. But who was the man in front of him?
The driver trembled, stuck his head out to take a look, and saw an extremely handsome profile in the luxurious Mercedes next to him. He was the fearsome—King of the East.
The Dark Night Prince traversing Europe, ruthless and brutal.
Could it be that the girl ran off breathlessly because she offended him and is really on the run?
Even the toughest men shudder at King of the East, let alone a delicate young girl!
