Sitting in the back of the car, his body was tense, his back arched, Alexander's left hand gripped the back of the chair in front of him tightly.
The atmosphere in the car was heavy.
His legs were trembling uncontrollably.
His right palm landed on his leg, trying to control his trembling body.
It was useless.
His legs were still trembling unconsciously.
It was like a conditioned reflex reaction.
Alexander's breathing was hurried and heavy.
His expression was hideous and twisted.
Veins bulged on his palms.
He kept roaring in a low voice.
…
At a crowded intersection.
John was wearing a hood.
The phone screen emitted a cold light.
It shone coldly on his face.
On the page of his phone, a map of Owain City appeared.
On this map, there was a car marked in red.
The trajectory of the car was constantly moving.
