Chapter 472 Supercars

• Outside the country, in the Triangle, Garrett moved through the jungle with Qingtian Ci at his heels. Both wore camo, faces smeared with thick grease paint as they slipped between the trees.
• “Master, this one’s a D-level mission. I’m afraid I can’t pull it off alone.” Qingtian Ci ducked his head, voice small.
• He stood about five-foot-three. The fair skin he’d had before the trip had tanned to a darker shade, stripping away that pampered rich-kid vibe.