The temperature in the car was very low, and the air that came out of the carriage condensed into a white mist.
The fishy smell of seafood mixed with the smell of gasoline made Wang Hai feel uncomfortable. He had to endure it so that he didn't vomit.
Ever since he escaped from the residential community, Wang Hai's mind had gone blank.
He was like a puppet whose strings had been pulled. He tried to escape but kept switching cars.
The hand on his thigh clenched into a fist.
Recently, scenes flashed before his eyes. Everything seemed to have started from that rainy night when he drove his brother back from the East District to the West District.
Ever since that night, his life had started to go berserk from being the lowest of hoodlums!
As he thought, he seemed to gradually calm down. Wang Hai raised his head and looked at Chen Ya and Gao Kaiji.
Their reactions were completely different.
