Bang!
A muffled rumble of thunder resounded.
The thick clouds poured down their emotions.
The spring rain rapidly connected into a curtain.
Capello wiped the rain off his face, and cursed as he shook his hand, "Damn, and it's only the afternoon."
Looking down the dark alley, Capello pulled out his phone for light.
Although the brightness of the phone's screen was not high, it was better than nothing.
He glanced at the alley again.
The darkness seemed as if it could devour one's soul, making one reluctant to venture further.
Capello gritted his teeth.
He briskly walked into the alley.
Even for grown adults.
Even when it wasn't raining.
Even on a sunny day.
Such alleyways were not safe.
If unlucky, one could even end up killed and thrown into the Bo River.
But he had an unavoidable reason to be here.
In such extreme weather.
Even the sound of his own footsteps seemed terrifyingly ominous.