Chapter 1967 But Mark had hung up the phone.

He grabbed his car keys and made his way out of the office building.

His car was parked in the open parking lot outside. The wind and rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella virtually useless. When he finally reached his car, he was already soaking wet.

But Mark couldn't care less.

‘When he opened his car door, the rain poured into his mouth.

inside of his car

and turned on the windshield wipers.

ahead appeared

not safe to drive

wind swept through every inch of the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air

halfway through to

a metal rod smashed down onto the car out

hit the

the car reeling for more than ten meters before

oozed from his

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