Night shrouded the entire city. A gale howled, and the sudden downpour sent pedestrians on the streets scurrying in disarray.
On the top floor of an apartment complex, rain lashed against the windows, creating a rhythmic, frantic clatter. Inside, the living room was lit by only a single dim floor lamp; the hazy light gave the space an eerie, sinister air. Between flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder, one could vaguely discern several discarded takeout containers on the coffee table. The trash bin nearby was overflowing, and a few flies circled in the air above it.
Yin Yongzhe sat quietly on the sofa, dressed in a striped shirt, toying with a dagger in his hands. His gaze was fixed on a photograph resting on the table. The man in the picture was none other than Lu Jingyan. His eyes were cold and piercing, his lips curled into a faint, mocking smirk.
Chapter 225