C768 I'il be sorry later

On a night of Jinhai City, the lanterns were red and the wine was green.

This was the world of the rich.

It was a battlefield for the young.

It was to provide a battlefield for those young people who were still struggling. In this battlefield, the victor was the king.

At this moment, a car was speeding along the street.

In the red Porsche, Xi Shi sat in the front passenger seat