The pitch-black rain-soaked night engulfed the entire city in a state of chaos.
Raindrops the size of beans pounded the streets, splashing countless tiny water blossoms.
The distant neon lights became blurred and enigmatic through the rain curtain.
Situated in the suburbs, Chenxi Home seemed completely asleep at this moment.
However, beneath this seemingly tranquil facade, dark tides surged with danger lurking everywhere.
In a small inn located at a secluded street corner.
The light from a second-floor room was one of the few bright spots in this darkness.
Smoke swirled in spirals.
Luo Lie stood by the window, staring at the torrential night sky, with a stony expression.
The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end, the flickering ember reflecting in his sinister eyes.
The ashtray behind him was piled high with twisted and deformed cigarette butts.
Clearly, the wait had eroded most of his patience.
