Yang Yan raised an eyebrow:
"Nonsense! If we're going to pretend, we might as well do it convincingly."
"Who would believe our identities if we don't have a car? We need a car, and a luxury one at that, to match the roles we're playing now."
"Two young masters from a wealthy business family! Without a hint of a spoiled brat air, it just wouldn't work."
Ao Tian asked, still puzzled:
"So what?"
Yang Yan shrugged helplessly and asked back:
"Do you think a strong woman, upon eting a mysterious man she likes, would want to rely on him or control him?"
Ao Tian responded imdiately without thinking:
"Of course, she would want to control him! But doesn't that an we have to play the role of a pretty boy?"
At this point, Ao Tian's expression beca a bit odd.
But he quickly nodded:
"According to you, apart from having money and being a bit handso, our identity lacks any real power, making us easy to manipulate."
"So, when dealing with that woman, we'll need to lower our stance. Then, use the identity of a pretty boy to complete the mission?"
"Exactly."
Yang Yan snapped his fingers and finally nodded in satisfaction:
"Let's go, take to get the car."
Ao Tian showed a wry smile:
"Moonlight, let's discuss this. Can I skip this target? Can you handle it instead?"
Yang Yan turned his head and said humorously:
"Didn't you assure us you could handle this? Since when does the Ice Emperor, one of the Four Emperors, act like a hypocrite?"
Ao Tian had considered coming up with an excuse to avoid it, but hearing Yang Yan ntion the word "hypocrite" filled his face with determination.
"Moonlight, what are you even saying? Don't you get when I'm joking?"
"I, Ao Tian, the Ice Emperor, can't possibly do sothing like that!"
"Let tell you, I'm committed to this!"
"Being a pretty boy, what's so great about that?"
Ao Tian said, raising his hand, and a set of car keys fell into Yang Yan's hand from above.
"Co on, let's drive!"
Ao Tian waved the car keys charmingly and took the lead.
You know, he really seed like a playboy in that mont.
Yang Yan chuckled, following quietly behind him.
Monts later, two outrageously flashy sports cars roared out of the underground garage.
Once on the road, the gaze of every pedestrian was imdiately drawn, followed by a stunned expression.
It's unavoidable; these two sports cars were just too dazzling.
Ao Tian's personality was originally flamboyant, and trying to one-up Yang Yan, his custom-made sports cars were, of course, absurdly expensive.
As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and the effect was obvious.
Two striking and aggressive supercars streaked past, becoming part of the city's scenery.
Wherever they went, they beca the focus of everyone's attention.
Finally, the cars stopped in front of a bar nad "Style."
The approaching valet excitedly escorted them inside.
The two responsible for taking the cars to the parking area had hands that trembled slightly.
In this bar, plenty of luxury cars ca and went.
They had driven cars worth millions and tens of millions.
As a result, they had long trained discerning eyes.
These two cars couldn't be compared with ordinary ones.
Right, in front of these two cars, they were all trash!
After all, cars costing tens of millions aren't for nothing.
Every detail exuded eye-catching luxury.
"Please, gentlen, this way."
The valet led them into the bar but could only stop and watch them disappear from sight due to his duty.
Style differed from most bars, located not in the city center or bustling area, but in the suburbs.
Style was a quiet bar; as the na suggests, it sold not just alcohol but style.
Patrons could enjoy soft music and unwind during leisure hours.
Occasionally, soone might take to the stage to showcase their singing talent.
The bar didn't have regular perforrs.
Though it had a stage, it was reserved for famous singers and bands.
Style had a significant reputation locally, naturally attracting high-end individuals from the upper echelon.
See, it's not even six in the evening, and the bar is already half-full.
In an hour, the numbers would only grow.
Most who wanted to drink at Style arrived early.
Reserving seats wasn't an option here.
Of course, that only applied to average folks.
If your status was high enough, the bar would leave you your usual preferred spot.
Everyone knew this.
Yang Yan and Ao Tian's target was precisely such a VIP to whom Style reserved seats.
"What a bore this crowd is. Turning the bar into this, they lack style."
Ao Tian said, looking around from his seat, a touch of frustration in his voice.
No dance floor, no bold beauties—this wasn't Ao Tian's preferred scene.
The bar wasn't lacking in beauties, but the tranquil ones definitely weren't Ao Tian's taste.
"Are you here to have fun? Just drink."
Yang Yan raised his glass, not looking at Ao Tian, but obviously speaking to him.
Ao Tian sighed helplessly and obediently drank by himself.
Before arriving, they had thoroughly investigated the bar and had a flawless plan.
Their target frequented Style every Thursday, staying from seven to ten before leaving punctually.
They found out where their target usually sat for a bit of money.
The target's beauty was well-known here.
Countless admirers had been spurned by her icy deanor.
Even when Yang Yan and Ao Tian inquired about such personal details, they were assud to be new faces in the pursuit and were readily given the information.
Of course, this was under the influence of money.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so straightforward.
"Hey! Moonlight, look at that lady. Wow! She's superb! Spot on."
After nearly an hour, the bored Ao Tian suddenly pointed toward the entrance and exclaid.
Yang Yan only raised his head briefly and returned to his nonchalant deanor.
Once the woman at the door entered, many n's eyes in Style naturally shifted toward her.
Even those accompanied by female companions did the sa.
"How about it, isn't she stunning?"
Seeing the woman walk towards their location, Ao Tian was secretly pleased, pretending to check his phone.
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