This is the story of a technician from the Secretariat of the International Criminal Police Organization (ICPO) "hunting down" the world's most dangerous person... You chase each other, guns come and go, but why does it "go off"?
Jing Yichen stood up, holding his waist with one hand, and pointed at the man sitting on the mahogany leather sofa, "You... You bastard, you didn't help me clean up after eating. Humph, the prostitution fee will be halved, be careful I will file a complaint against you!"
"Prostitute?" The man on the sofa laughed softly, his voice was deep and intoxicating. This is the first time I have met someone who dares to treat me as a MB, "Dark Night Poppy". Wouldn't it be a pity not to tease you? He tilted his body slightly and stroked his chin with his index finger, his eyes showing the interest of a cat catching a mouse.