Xi Luo nodded with a smile and then gazed at the group approaching from ahead, lifting her skirt to meet them with a spark in her eyes, "Greetings, Marquis… Lawrence."
She drew out her words and deliberately changed the address, her mocking tone quite thick.
As astute as Li Qiao was, she sensed something off about her and slightly narrowed her eyes.
Shang Yu, meanwhile, dropped his gaze, looking at Xi Luo's shrewd expression with indifferent acknowledgment.
Gu Chen, an onlooker, stepped slightly aside, afraid that he, an innocent bystander, might get caught up in Xi Luo's troublemaking.
For the man in front was not only the newly inaugurated Marquis Lawrence, but also the Godfather of Black Hawk, the most powerful force in Aida State, with inextricable ties to the International Club.
Could a mere civil servant member possibly stick to the script?
