Five sedans raced along the highway, their tires churning up a series of streaks in the wet asphalt. The hum of their engines echoed through the rainy night.,"She's really pretty... But it's a shame she followed our Ninth Master." The thug whistled, his gaze even more unrestrained.,He looks extremely fierce, incredibly so. It's the kind of imposing presence that radiates even in sleep. Despite being still, he commands attention.。