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.

his car

he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were

appeared blurry

drive out in

all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling

was already halfway through

a metal rod smashed down onto the

hit the back

reeling for more than ten meters before Mark managed to pump the brakes. He

oozed from

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