Strange lights sprang up, crossing and dazzling.
If East District Industrial Zone had not been so sparsely populated to begin with, someone would likely have noticed the anomaly by now.
A perfectly clean stage had been reserved for Tianhai Hotel's many employees.
The torrential rain had been falling for half the night. Thick water vapor had turned into a thin mist, obscuring half the world.
In the dim world, Ji Li, dressed in black, moved through the rain with a cane. His steps were slow, but his purpose was clear. From the center of the three-way fork, he headed straight for Tianbao Repair Shop.
A gale rose, and a light oil-paper umbrella covered his head, keeping the downpour from soaking his long hair any further.
Female Voice had not appeared all along, yet she suddenly arrived at this moment.
Ji Li did not turn around, but he felt a cold wind suddenly rise, lifting several strands of his waterlogged hair.
A face so exquisite it resembled a work of art appeared out of thin air at the intersection to his right, filled with intense hatred. Keeping one body length away from him, it quickly followed after him.
Su Chenghe had finally traversed the entire industrial zone. Now, with a clear target for revenge, he stood at fate's crossroads.
But this fate had been handed to Gu Qingyun by him.
At the same time, at the end of the third road, another figure with his back to the darkness emerged into the mist, stepping out ahead of the other two.
Hou Guisheng's face remained as sinister as ever. His head was always tilted slightly upward, allowing others to fully see the sharpness in his eyes. His gaze seemed to have pierced through space, fixed upon the scarecrow inside Tianbao Repair Shop.