Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

There is not much ups and downs in his tone, it seems all this is to be expected.

Destroying if you don't get it is not only Wells's style of acting, but also a means of the entire NEW organization.

They will not allow any force that may become their enemy to exist.

Jun Mo Yan is naturally aware of it.

"Yeah." He replied lightly.

"Mr. Wells said, kill directly." The following cars reached a consensus.

A few cars started chasing on the road.

Tsing Yi increased the throttle again, and the car drifted and turned into another road with less traffic.

The ten cars that had been waiting here for a long time were exactly the same as the one in Tsing Yi, and even cars with the same license plate rushed out.

When Wells's men saw a few more cars that were exactly the same as Jun Moyan and the others, they were a little confused.

Which one is the real one?

For a while, it was impossible to determine which car Jun Mo Yan was in.

However, Jun Moyan and the others arranged a few more cars than them. If they suddenly separated and walked the same way, they would not even be able to follow.

What is really afraid of.

A three-way intersection in front appeared, and eleven cars that were exactly the same and separated very tacitly.

Three cars go this way, and the other eight go on the other two lanes in four.

Several of Wells's men suddenly sweated on their foreheads.

Fortunately, it was just a fork in the road, and their six cars could keep up.

But soon, a crossroad appeared.

Now they could not follow at all, and they could easily follow one of them in a hurry.

It's just that they didn't even know that none of the cars they followed belonged to Jun Moyan.

After getting rid of the tracking of those people, Tsing Yi took Jun Mo Yan straight to an international hotel.

The two entered the hotel and went straight to the top roof after entering the elevator.

There, a black helicopter was already waiting there.

Jun Moyan did not rush to board the helicopter, but took the remote control to the edge of the rooftop.

Standing on the sixteen-story rooftop, you can’t see far, but...

Jun Moyan looked at the northwest direction, and the corner of his mouth slowly conjured up a cold smile.

The thumb of his hand holding the remote control has already pressed the switch.

With the moment his finger pressed the switch.

An explosion sounded through the sky, alarming people in a radius of hundreds of miles. There was a loud noise without warning, almost frightening people's hearts, and people in half of the city fell into panic instantly.

A firelight lit up in the distance, illuminating half of the day.

Jun Moyan looked at the place where the fire was lit, and his eyes were condensed.

Ruthless, he Jun Mo Yan has never lost.

Give him power? Then he gave him a surprise.

This hatred is completely ended.

Rather than being a cutting board meat, it is better to start first.

"What?! Lost it?!" Wells, who came out of the palace and headed home by car, received a call from the dispatched man.

"It's a bunch of rubbish." Wells cursed and hung up.

The upright Wells was shocked by the sudden explosion, and his cell phone was almost thrown out.

The sound of the explosion was so close, as if it was exploding in the ear, it shocked people's temples.

The driver was also taken aback, and his hand holding the steering wheel shook.

The tire slipped and the front of the car changed its direction and hit one side.

Fortunately, even if the driver stepped on the brake, the accident was avoided.