The black car looked very ordinary, but when Zhang Ziyi saw the license plate, his facial expression changed instantly, and he stopped walking. He stared at the car, filled with surprise and uncertainty.
The police chief, puzzled, glanced at Zhang Ziyi and, seeing his distressed expression, also looked toward the black car.
Even Lucine and her group, who had parked the car at a distance, couldn't help but look over.
Under everyone's gaze, the driver's door of the black sedan was pushed open, and a man dressed in black casual clothing, with a strikingly handsome face, appeared before them.
Despite driving such a cheap, ordinary car, his demeanor was more elegant than anyone present, especially the slightly upturned phoenix eyes behind his glasses, sharp and cold, yet carrying a touch of careless laziness.
As soon as he appeared, he captured everyone's attention.
Zhang Ziyi's complexion changed drastically as soon as he recognized the person.
