The white Land Rover drove into Sin City, still a short distance from the complex building when Xiao Lin suddenly stopped the car by the roadside. He got out of the car, leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette. Late at night, the street beside him was pitch black, not even fingers could be seen, only the red dot of the cigarette end flickering on and off.
Just at that moment of pause, the air concealed a rustling sound, someone was stealthily approaching. Xiao Lin kept leaning against the car door, seemingly unaware of the unusual sound, occasionally using his toes to kick the ground, his head hanging even lower.
"Ah, tonight is really unlucky!" Suddenly he started muttering to himself, constantly mumbling.
Just as the words fell, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone suddenly jumping up, attacking from his left side. Sigh, Xiao Lin sighed, wondering where this opponent had been dispatched from, but it really was endless.
