Stop!
The car halted on Honghai Road, an area belonging to the old city of Jiangzhou, where on ordinary days past ten, you can hardly see anyone and the streetlamps broken on both sides of the road remain unrepaired.
Below the curb, there's foul-smelling stagnant water, and the nauseating stench wafts up from the sewers.
The old city, in disrepair for years, stands in stark contrast to the clean urban area, like two different cities.
The car door opened, Xu Chengcheng was pushed out of the car, stumbling two steps on the ground, then turned to look at these people.
Song Guanchao got out from another car, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, gazing at him with a playful look.
Xu Chengcheng felt his throat roll, his heart was in turmoil.
Reason told him that Song Guanchao would definitely not dare to truly harm him, at most he'd suffer some physical pain.
But knowing was one thing, the feeling of fear wouldn't just vanish because of the knowledge.
