Dusk had descended, and the sky over Dong Hai was still a murky gray. The raindrops increased in size, shrouding the entire city under a gloom, making people feel a chill that led many to believe: this year, Dong Hai had no autumn—it had leapt straight from summer to winter!
For the common folk, the cold brought by this autumn rain was merely skin-deep, yet for those within the administrative system of Dong Hai, the chill of this 'autumn rain' penetrated deep into their bones.
In the past few hours, rumors were rampant across the political scene of Dong Hai, with everyone feeling insecure.
At six o'clock, Bai Luo, after finishing work, did not drive home but instead headed straight for the municipal committee family courtyard.
Shortly before seven o'clock, Bai Luo drove up to the entrance of the municipal committee family courtyard, took out his ID, and was smoothly let inside by the armed police on duty.
