"Youth, once again, sprawled drunkenly into—its arms of obscurity, squandering time with laughter, that generous gathering and parting..."
In the BMW.
Jiang Chen hummed to the song, carefree.
His mood matched the skies of the moment.
A carefree little immortal.
The morning's bright sunshine poured through the open car window onto his face, extra warm.
No scenario of the police coming to 'invite him for tea' happened. He had slept through the night in his hotel unscathed after injuring someone and running out on his bill at the tavern.
To this, Jiang Chen showed no surprise.
For someone who could summon a Colonel with a flick of his wrist, such calmness couldn't be more normal.
Bloody Guanyin didn't find him too noisy either, she drove the car southward, gradually leaving the jurisdiction of Jin Guan City.
Although he seemed relaxed and comfortable on the surface, Jiang Chen's mind kept pondering what agenda she might be harboring this time.
