More than ten minutes passed, but none of the racers who participated in the race had returned. Even when they saw three cars crashed, none of them cared about the safety of any of the drivers. But this also makes sense, after all, at least 90 percent of the people on the Laoshan Highway tonight were not "good" people.
Xie Feng stood at the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance with a dazed look. It was only after ten minutes of standing in the same position that he finally moved.
Xie Feng looked to his left, then to his right, and finally behind him. Only then did he realize that he was completely alone. This didn't mean he didn't know it, it was just that somehow he felt comfortable in the company of the middle-aged man who had ended his life not long ago.
