Horror
"Quick! Drive! Get out of here!"
Ruan Zhou was still urging him on, screaming hoarsely at the driver.
His voice had turned shrill and trembling with terror.
His shouting startled the driver, who shuddered and fumbled to start the car.
The tires screeched against the ground as the vehicle turned around, ready to lunge forward.
Just as the headlights came on and the car turned around.
A figure appeared in front of the vehicle like a ghost.
The man pressed both hands against the hood, bracing himself as he stared at them.
A faint smile rested on his face.
"Ah!!!"
The driver screamed instinctively in fright.
Ruan Zhou's eyes instantly widened like bronze bells, his eyeballs seeming ready to burst from their sockets.
His breathing stopped dead in that instant.
It was as though an invisible giant hand had clamped tightly around his throat.
His heart hammered wildly in his chest, every beat seeming ready to punch through his ribcage.
It was not that he had never seen the world, but that he had truly felt death about to descend.
Shen Tianjun looked at him and smiled. "If you want to direct things on-site, I still suggest going to another country and monitoring from there."
"That way, you won't suddenly get caught. Hiding one or two kilometers away—who are you looking down on?"
Ruan Zhou listened to every word the other man said.
His body began trembling violently beyond his control, like chaff in a sieve.
His teeth also clattered nonstop.
He abruptly covered his mouth with both hands, trying to suppress the scream about to escape.
Yet an utterly stifled whimper still slipped from his throat.
He stared fixedly at the figure before him, his eyes filled with despair and terror.
As for the driver, there was no