A ragged SUV travels along the desolate night scene.
The sirens and lights are gradually receding. The vast mountains ahead are still shrouded in darkness.
The hunt for Xing Jifu should have gone accordingly this time.
But it ended in complete disaster.
Yin Chen pressed against his wounded shoulder. The searing pain continued to throb as it bled. The still, dark scenery of the mountains passed by his eyes. His face was cold as ice.
The last difficult battle, staged by Yin Feng, caused them significant damages. Now, only two of his men remain alive.
Xing Jifu is, surprisingly, unharmed. He is held at gunpoint by a Punisher, cowering inside the car. The man who had once held immeasurable power, the man that Yin Chen detested the most over the years, had been coldly watched as he was reared step-by-step into the criminal mastermind that he would finally pluck down today. He was still gasping for breath, his eyes reddened, hardly calming himself.
