What A Messy Circle (32)

On a remote road, a car's lights were flashing. The sounds of bones breaking came from the bushes nearby.

Several minutes later, a black shadow came out of the bushes. He took off his blood stained coat and smashed it directly onto the car.

Lu Zhuo supported himself, panting. Blood was dripping down the two blood stains on his face.

After a short rest, Lu Zhuo went back into the bushes again. There on the ground lay a man, panting but unable to move.

Seeing Lu Zhuo come back, the man's eyes were filled with terror.

Lu Zhuo took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and chose one. As the lighter lit it up, the flame illuminated the surroundings.

The man saw the coldness on Lu Zhuo's face. His eyes were deep and calm, which gave him a feeling of extreme depression.

He looked like a totally different person from the super star of before.

The flame went out, and it was dark again, except for faint glints of light.