Mo Shangjun left the bar after two hours had passed.
She was able to maneuver among a group of treacherous people with ease, for such a long time without revealing herself, and could seamlessly blend in with them, which made Xiaohei and Xiaoyin feel a chill down their spines.
Several times they broke into a cold sweat for her.
However, each time, Mo Shangjun managed to get away unscathed.
But, watching Mo Shangjun leave the bar without a scratch, Xiaohei and Xiaoyin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for her.
They even felt fortunate themselves.
As long as Mo Shangjun didn't blow her cover, they would have one less pile of trouble.
Yang Bai was forcibly pushed to escort Mo Shangjun, with an unwilling look on his face, and as he followed behind her with his head down, each step felt as if his legs were weighted with lead, making it difficult to move forward.
"Aren't you afraid I'll betray you to them?" Yang Bai finally asked, very conflicted.
