The sky was covered in dark clouds, looming as if they were about to crush the city. The light around them dimmed as though night had fallen. Jiang Hao turned on the headlights and pushed forward, straining to see the road ahead.
Crack! Crack!
Several bolts of lightning flashed across the distance.
"Whoosh!"
After a sudden gust of wind, hailstones as large as fists came crashing down from the sky, hammering the car with loud bangs and startling Fat Mark into frantic cries.
"My God, hail that big? It won't smash our windows, will it?"
The moment Fat Mark finished speaking, there was a crack! The rear window shattered, and the wind immediately swept inside, hailstones pattering into the backseat.
Mark jumped in fright. He was finally starting to worry. Looking at Jiang Hao, he asked, "Jiang Hao, we're not really that unlucky, are we? We're not going to run into a huge tornado, right?"
"Shut up!" Jiang Hao replied curtly.
I'm being hunted by Death himself, and you're a fucking Crow.
Mark looked at the dark clouds seemingly pressing down on their heads and said shakily, "I hope we can reach Dallas safely. Once we get into the city, things will be fine."
His livestream was still running, with more than two thousand people watching. After hearing Fat Mark's words, someone commented, "Fatty, be careful. You're with Death God Bro right now. He's someone favored by Death. In several disasters, everyone around him died!"
A chill rose in Fat Mark's heart when he saw that comment. It couldn't be that sinister, could it? He secretly glanced at Jiang Hao, who was focused on driving. Jiang Hao had just said, "If you follow me, you might encounter even greater danger." Could this guy really be marked by Death? Mark swallowed