The night hung endlessly dark and overcast, devouring more than just the light.
The entire world had fallen into a chaotic state of frenzy and deathly stillness, sending the emotions of those living within it surging like a violent storm.
Hong Fu sat trapped inside the unstarted car, his hands trembling as they clutched his phone. Its cold white glow shone across his face, illuminating his flickering eyes.
Those eyes were veined with bloodshot streaks, each thin red filament seeming to split his eyeballs apart with countless tiny seams.
His fractured heart and trembling palms made his grip on the phone appear especially frantic and tense.
At that very moment, the torrential rain outside was wildly washing over and churning his heart.
Pain and pleasure arrived at the same time. All the secrets he had carried for so long seemed to have received their final verdict as the rain poured down.
No one had judged his sins. Many secrets were ultimately exposed not because someone revealed them, but because the people involved could no longer bear the guilt in their hearts.
Hong Fu was an ordinary clerk whose persona was built around "Hong Fu Qi Tian," yet there was nothing ordinary about him.
This clerk, who had been especially active within the Seventh Branch in a different way, had gradually evolved from a comical figure into someone who could stand on his own as Tianhai fell apart.
It seemed that many people had gradually forgotten.
They had forgotten how bedraggled he had looked when he was abruptly transferred to the Seventh Branch, the ridiculous collision between him and Yu Guo, and the time he had muddied the waters during his first Fengdu Mission.
For those who came later, their impression of Hong Fu was more that he was outgoing yet