「At the same time.」
「On the outskirts of the Happiness Garden District.」
Cold, fine strands of rain fell like a dense beaded curtain from the thick, oppressive clouds above. Ravaged by the wind and rain, withered yellow leaves drifted helplessly to the ground.
A strange chill seemed to envelop the world, a cold that seeped into one's bones when it blew against them.
A thin layer of fog even began to form on some car windows, obscuring the view of the interiors.
Downstairs from Building 18, the area had been cordoned off with police tape, creating a tense and solemn atmosphere.
Before long, a black sedan slowly pulled over to the side of the road.
CLICK!
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man of about fifty stepped out.
He was dressed in a white suit, his hair combed back, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He exuded an unusual air.
