Evening.
The rain had eased up slightly, prompting Liu Wenkai to drive off.
The further verification was left to the criminal police behind him; as a frontliner, his job was to find a direction and charge forward.
The fine raindrops, driven by the wind, struck the windshield like intermittent streams of urine, making visibility alternatively clear and blurry.
Fortunately, there were few cars on the road, and with clenched determination, Liu Wenkai focused on driving, arriving at his destination faster than the navigation had predicted.
The destination was a hot pot restaurant spread over two floors of operation. The parking lot downstairs was not devoid of cars—quite a number of people were braving the windy and rainy weather for a meal.
