The 18-Year-Old Z

As the voice greeted them, the car window rolled down automatically. Now the black buddies couldn't leave even if they wanted to. After all, she had blocked the only way out! They could only turn to look at the Lamborghini.

The dark black car's window was rolled down. A youngster, with wispy black hair and a few strands dyed silver and gray, stretched out her arm. She wore a black ring on her slender finger and her mouth was half-curved. She was very handsome and evil.

The most striking feature was the mole on the corner of her eye. While others had black moles, hers was black with a hint of red. It somehow carried the vibrant beauty of a Buddha's air.

That was Bo Jiu's real 18-year-old state. She was a girl but yet, it was difficult to tell. This did not seem to have much to do with her hairstyle. Instead, it was because of her overall temperament.