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Smith was struck speechless by the sudden overwhelming aura.

Bo Jiu glanced at him. That was the last look. "I have never been good but it's obvious we aren't the same."

With a sharp swoosh, a black cloth fell. Bo Jiu opened the door of the Lamborghini and, after setting up a time program, tapped the car window. "Little Blackie, it's up to you now."

"No problem, Master." The undulating stripes of the smart navigation became consistent with the suddenly accelerated sports car.

Smith didn't know where he was at all as it was black everywhere.

Bo Jiu turned sideways. Her long legs went across the motorcycle. She had to lead the police cars away. It was fast indeed. Bo Jiu laughed lightly and wore her helmet, lowering herself as she sped into the most boisterous area.

The Axe automatically blended into the night sky and she had already melted into the crowd the moment they came out.