The night was desolate as water, darkness enveloped the city from above, and the brilliant neon lights emitted a gentle glow that illuminated this bustling metropolis, resembling a mirage that engulfed countless people, rendering them incapable of extricating themselves.
Under this blurry night, a silver sedan streaked across the road like a meteor falling from the sky, vanishing in a flash with lightning speed.
Ye Xunhuan sat in the car, his right hand on the steering wheel, a cigarette clutched in his left hand, his face filled with a grim intent to kill.
Since returning to Huaxia, Ye Xunhuan had seldom taken action, let alone initiate a massacre.
This time, Miyamoto Kojiro had completely enraged him, filling Ye Xunhuan's heart with a violent aura; all he could think of was slaughtering Miyamoto Kojiro!
Not killing Miyamoto Kojiro would not quell the hatred in Ye Xunhuan's heart.
After driving to Zhongzhou Port, Ye Xunhuan immediately stopped the car.