Chapter 631 - 627: Angel Going to China (Additional Update)
Compared to China, where the moon climbed the treetops, Europe was bathed in dazzling sunshine. In a luxurious estate in Europe, Angel, the controller of Angel Intelligence Station, lay lazily on the sofa, enjoying the rare sunshine.
Under the sunlight, Angel’s casually draped golden hair fluttered in the wind, giving off a faint glow like golden silk, almost covering more than half of her face. Her oversized sunglasses concealed two-thirds of her face, revealing smooth skin without the coarseness typical of Western women, but rather the unique delicacy of the East, like flawless white jade.
The tight sports vest couldn’t conceal Angel’s delicate body, exposing large areas of clear, crystalline skin, her impressive assets tightly constrained, without the need to look down to see the unfathomable cleavage. The feat of taking a selfie with a phone tucked within one’s ru` or reaching around to touch one’s xiong was effortless for Angel, and beneath white sports pants were a pair of long, straight, beautiful·legs, irresistible to the touch.
At this moment, Angel was lying back in the chair, her snow-white skin shimmering with a faint fluorescent glow in the sunlight, her mixed-race facial features stunningly beautiful, unforgettable with just one glance.
Added to this perfect physique, she was a typically beautiful woman of mixed heritage.
But there wasn’t a single person around to admire this beauty, nor did anyone dare flirt with Angel. In Europe’s Underworld, the Angel Intelligence Station was well-known; if they wished, they could easily find out how many times you visit the toilet each day, or what kind of underwear you wear. No one wanted to offend the head of such a massive force just for a woman—that would be tantamount to suicide.
"Da!"
"Da!"
Just then, suddenly, crisp footsteps approached. A European woman in an OL uniform, with a very curvaceous figure and gold-rimmed glasses, walked briskly over and bowed to greet her: "Chief."