Urban Immortal Lord

A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His cheekbones were sharp as a blade and looked rather pale, but they couldn't hide the determined glint in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,The phone connected, and a voice filled with impatience and coldness rang out.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。