Dragging his legs, unable to bring them together, he tugged at his clothes, which had been pulled into disarray, and barely managed to get out of the car.
He was still several hundred meters from his apartment complex. Walking with his injured body was extraordinarily difficult; he trembled with every step, his whole body in unbearable pain.
There were few pedestrians on the streets in the early hours, and hardly anyone noticed anything wrong with him. His consciousness hovered between clarity and confusion. His brain was still struggling to work, but his will was nearly spent.
Go home and wash this stuff off.
Find a way to deal with Fu Hanchuan.
Jun Changmo.
What should I do?
The system isn't here. He isn't here.
What should I do?
An overwhelming sense of helplessness and suffocation flooded his heart.
Wen Yanyu looked up at the red light across the road, stopped walking, and stood still.
Fine rain fell from the misty sky. The autumn wind swept in, cold to the bone.
It happened in an instant.
The world spun, white light flooded his vision, and his body crashed hard onto the ground. It was cold and unyielding, and rain struck his face.
In the last second before he lost consciousness.
The screech of a car braking rang out nearby.
"Holy shit! Stop! That's Wen Yanyu!!!" Shen Huainan, who had been peeking out from the passenger seat the whole way, suddenly shouted.
The driver slammed on the brakes.
Gu Fengyao, who had also been stealing glances from the back seat, was startled to see him nearly collapse into the road and hurried out of the car after Shen Huainan.
The two of them helped Wen Yanyu into the back seat.
Shen Huainan took a quick look at the unconscious man's complexion and