"Life's journey is long like a dream, filled with hardship, hardship striking your face directly."
Wenle inserted the cold car key into the ignition. Accompanied by the sound of the engine starting, the cold vehicle's tires slowly began to rotate.
He was clearly in high spirits, humming softly to himself. Suddenly, the phone in Wenle's chest pocket began to vibrate deeply.
"Hello."
"Is it done?"
The caller was Vivian.
"It's done. When's the pickup?"
"Drive to Golden Mountain Park, I'll take care of the rest. Did you cause any commotion?"
"Commotion? Oh, I guess the headlines tomorrow will feature the public shooting of a Sheng Ji Hall underling."
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Can't you even handle this simple task?"
"Relax, no one will catch a handle on me."
"Whether there's a handle or not isn't up to you! Can you guarantee nobody saw you do it? Did you see any cops—or someone suspicious?"
Vivian held back her anger.
