Night had already fallen. The rush hour had passed, and there were few cars on the road. There were no streetlights, only the distant, scattered city lights faintly illuminating his striking features, exuding an aura of coldness.
At this moment, his phone rang.
He picked up the phone and, without hesitation, pressed the answer button. Before the other party could speak, he coolly stated, "The gathering is canceled!!"
On the other end, Roger Leonard hadn't figured out the situation yet, but the beeping sound already echoed in his ear.
Howard Geoffrey casually tossed the phone onto the seat, then suddenly punched the car's glass window.
The window shattered on impact...
The shattered glass shards, some fell outside, and some onto the seat, leaving the car interior in disarray.
Howard Geoffrey's hand was bleeding from being cut by the glass shards, but he seemed to feel nothing, letting the blood drip from his injured hand onto the seat below, one drop at a time...
