Chapter 545: The Lonely Tower (Huge Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

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Under the pitch-black night sky, a black SUV riddled with bullet holes, all windows shattered except the windshield, drove slowly down the road.

He Ao clenched a cigarette between his teeth, one hand on the steering wheel, the other adjusting the rearview mirror towards himself.

He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, noticing strands of his hair in disarray, his face a chaotic blend of weariness and madness, his exquisite evening gown ripped and torn everywhere, the pale bow tie smeared with crimson blood.

The rising smoke blurred the mirror's surface, and He Ao's gaze shifted away from the rearview mirror as he angled it slightly upward again before looking ahead.

The roads in the West District were far from smooth, littered with chunks of concrete crushed by heavy engineering vehicles, giving the SUV a slightly bumpy ride.