Bai Tianyou is someone who believes in fate. His success came with a touch of daring luck and courage; that's destiny. Similarly, today he has hit a dead end with nowhere to go; that too is destiny.
He believes in fate, and in his final moment, he didn't resist. He had lived long enough, countless people had died by his hands; he'd taken more women to bed than could be counted. The wealth he possessed couldn't be spent in a lifetime, and now it was time to pay his debts.
Over twenty vehicles didn't return to Xinghai City by the original route but continued driving forward instead.
Arriving at a secluded wooded area, this place was barren and desolate, not even the sound of birds could be heard.
That old Chinese parasol tree, its vast number of leaves casting a large cool shadow.
Beneath the tree stood two people, a man and a woman.
The man looked relaxed, hands clasped behind his back. The woman, dressed in black, had a grave expression, her arm wrapped in black gauze.