He was just over twenty, brimming with youthful vigor.
Deep-set eyes bore a kind of decadent beauty, skin pale under the sun.
"Just you? You're just a stinking kid, you—" The Cohen Family Head still spoke with disdain, but suddenly, his words halted abruptly, his gaze frozen on the sky above.
The surfaces of the dozen or so planes all bore a number and a symbol.
The Cohen Family Head's attention wasn't on the symbols, but the numbers.
Although the Cohen Family wasn't a major clan in O continent, due to frequent smuggling and illegal transactions, the Cohen Family Head was always very concerned about matters related to the IBI.
Those numbers belonged only to IBI!
What do the families in O continent fear?
They fear IBI.
The Cohen Family Head's forehead broke out in a fine sweat, unable to stand steadily all of a sudden.
The Cohen Family had always been careful, never leaving any handle in public, so how did this time, because of a car race, directly lead to IBI?