Under the dark surge of night, the fine rain falling from the sky turned into strands of suspended silver threads under the illumination of the street lamps, covering the entire earth with a layer of dim, unclear mist.
The wheels crushed the road surface, splashing water, as four or five black sedans raced at top speed on the vast highway.
In the lead, an extended luxury car contained Fang Yuan curled up in the back seat, her mouth sealed with two yellow strips of tape in an "X" shape, her once-glamorous dress now wrinkled and out of shape, her hair a mess hanging over her shoulders.
Her slender shoulders visibly trembled, as if she had encountered something terrifying.
The silence inside the car cabin was suffocating, as if to drive a person mad alive in this dark, rainy night.
