Chen Dong pinched the notes into a ball, threw them out the window, and said indifferently: "Go home."

Rolls-Royce started and drove onto the road.

After autumn begins, the day is getting shorter and shorter.

At this time, the night gradually came.

The lights are also on the city.

The neon lights that can be seen everywhere have brought the entire city into another state of upgrading and surging.

On the Tianmen Mountain Winding Highway.

The dim street lights stand not far apart.

While the environment is beautiful and pleasant, the housing price ceiling also seems to block the people of the entire city from the foot of Tianmen Mountain.

So much so that this winding mountain road seems more deserted than the urban road at night.

Rolls-Royce drove slowly, and from time to time passed by cars that were going up and down the mountain.

Chen Dong's face was calm, and two notes of the mysterious man he received today kept appearing in his mind.

What exactly does he... want to express?

Bang!

Just as I was frowning and thinking, there was a loud noise.

Rolls-Royce stopped with a crunch.
Chapter completed!