Chapter 168: The Last Day Tycoon (33)

Night falls.

The night watchman begins to doze off, cradling the gun, sleepy and drowsy.

"Click—"

A slight noise does not catch the watchman's attention; he shifts position and continues to sleep.

In the darkness, a cold light flashes by.

The night watchman falls to the ground.

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The RV is a mess, and the Boss with a scarred face gasps for breath, kneeling on the ground with his knee drenched in blood.

People lay haphazardly around him, their condition unknown.

In the more interior part sits a young man.

He is immaculately clean, even his shoes are snow white.

The blood and the exquisitely angelic young man form an eerie tableau.

The young man's fair fingertips wipe off the blood stains on the hem of his shirt, and a hint of a smile lingers on his lips, "The dress got dirty, she will be angry."

"You're still not dead!" the Boss gnashes his teeth ferociously.

This person has made a strong impression on him.

Because of his face.

So handsome as to be unforgettable.