A messy intersection.
Under the black umbrella, John glanced at the moving motorcade.
Then, he suddenly looked up.
The umbrella handle leaned on his shoulder.
The yellow street lamp outlined the distinct edges and corners of his face.
Many years ago, the edges and corners were only gentle and peaceful.
His temperament was humble and reserved, and he was also magnanimous.
He looked at the dense clouds in the sky.
The pupils in his calm eyes suddenly dilated, like a top predator eyeing its prey.
A terrifying and fierce light condensed in them.
At the Owain City International Airport.
The coin in the little old lady's palm was just flipped out.
Her cloudy eyes were fixed on the coin rolling in the air!
But at this moment, a white palm suddenly reached out and grabbed the coin tightly.
