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.

of his car also got

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 blurry

was not safe to drive out in

of the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling trees left and right on the road.

was already halfway through to

metal rod smashed down onto

hit the

car reeling for more than ten meters

oozed from his

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