The next morning, Lin'an City was a stark contrast to its usual clear and bright weather; clouds gathered densely in the sky, with intermittent drizzle falling relentlessly, giving this international metropolis a sinister aura.
At this moment, Lu Yu woke from his sleep, looked at the cloud-covered sky outside the window, and immediately got out of bed. After having breakfast and grooming thoroughly, he drove straight to Victory Group.
Driving along the road, Lu Yu looked at the city shrouded in clouds, feeling a sense of indescribable oppression in his heart.
For some reason, today's gloomy and threatening sky and the gray streets made his heart increasingly oppressed and dissatisfied.
Slowly parking the car in Victory Group's parking lot, Lu Yu walked directly into the hall of Victory Group.
At this moment, Lu Yu had just walked into the hall of Victory Group when he felt a wave of oppressive gloom coming towards him, even colder than the oppressive atmosphere outside.
