In his mind, he saw how his uncle had always cared for him with meticulous attention.
"The other side clearly came prepared, but so what? If I chose to be a turtle hiding in its shell this time, I'd never forgive myself for the rest of my life."
"Rather than live like a coward, I'd rather die with generosity."
Luo Guanyun said helplessly, though with a hint of gratification:
"Alright, give me the address. I'll tell Dragon Nine to head over. He's faster than me in the city."
As he spoke, thunderous true energy surged around Luo Guanyun.
A dark cloud condensed from true energy out of thin air and settled steadily beneath his feet.
In an instant, the hem of his clothes fluttered in the gale, leaving behind a fleeting afterimage where he had stood.
"Your uncle probably doesn't want to see certain things happen either. If things prove impossible... don't force it. Your own safety comes first."
"Understood."
The call ended, and Meng Chuan immediately calmed down.
In the face of great events, he remained composed. His gaze was calm, yet it carried a bone-deep killing intent.
Outside, ink-dark clouds hung heavily across the entire night sky.
Raindrops as large as beans fell from the clouds, weaving a curtain of rain.
The downpour crashed down, and the gale howled.
Expressionless, Meng Chuan swung himself onto Teacher Luo's motorcycle and pulled the hood of his windbreaker firmly over his head.
Raindrops pattered against the engine cover. Meng Chuan gripped the handlebars tightly, and with a furious roar from the engine, the motorcycle shot into the rain curtain.
On the empty streets, the heavy motorcycle prowled freely through the deep night like a roaring black panther.
Meng Chuan stared fixedly ahead. The rain poured down in sheets, yet it