Whoosh!
The black Buick, like a ghost in the night, seemed even more like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives as it sped on.
The car drew nearer and louder, like a giant beast roaring and running, as if it would devour the life before it the next moment.
Chen Hao could even clearly see the burly man at the driver's seat, his face twisted in ferocity, and a bloodthirsty smile seemed to curl at the corner of his mouth.
Yet the most conspicuous thing was the faint skeleton mark on the man's forehead, which added a terrifying tint to his very being.
"These guys really are like maggots clinging to the bone, running into one even here..." Chen Hao muttered with a sneer of dissatisfaction.
A skull mark on the forehead.
That made his identity all too clear.
Apart from someone bored out of their mind, only those from Hell would engage in such bizarre acts.
It's as if they're afraid they won't be recognized.
