The First Farce Ended

In the middle of White Cloud Avenue.

A half-filled van was moving along.

A middle-aged man with a beard and a diagonal scar at the corner of his eye was in the van.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the intersection not far away.

Two headlights could be seen.

The earpiece beside his ear reported the movements of the car clearly.

He had one hand on the steering wheel.

With his other hand, he took out a bottle of white wine with high alcohol content.

He gulped it down.

He reached out again and wiped the corner of his mouth wantonly.

His cheeks gradually turned red.

He grinned.

A fierce expression appeared on his face.

The car was moving very fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was approaching the intersection.

In the middle-aged man's mind.

the scene that would happen a few seconds later had even appeared in his mind.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.