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

into the driver's seat and shut the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were

appeared

not safe to drive out in this

of rubbish into the air and felling trees left and right on the road. The sky was so

already halfway through to

rod smashed down onto the

the back

than ten meters before Mark managed to pump the brakes. He subsequently hit his head on the steering

from

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