After Qin Luo walked out of the presidential palace, a cold wind blew, and he subconsciously wrapped the military coat wrapped around him. Snowflakes floated in the sky. Qin Luo reached out and caught a piece that fell into his palm. A drop of water, the water slowly left from the gap between the fingers, hit the ground, silently.
The end of the street became very dark, and there were no figures. Qin Luo subconsciously placed his hand on the alloy dagger at his waist. An energy street lamp stood alone in the dim darkness, and a man in black suddenly appeared. The action was very fast, the alloy dagger in his hand gleamed coldly under the light.
Qin Luo greeted him without hesitation, the other party immediately spread out and surrounded him, without the slightest word,
