No matter how bitter or exhausting, he enjoyed it.
He extinguished the cigarette, rubbed his throbbing temples, took a deep breath, and refocused his eyes on the annoying report, picking up a pen, ready to annotate.
The office fell into silence, with only the faint rustling of the pen gliding over paper and the indistinct clamor unique to the Gray Rock District night coming from outside the distant window.
And just at that moment—
Sizzle...!
A barely perceptible, almost completely masked strange noise suddenly came from outside the tightly closed floor-to-ceiling window beside Lei Meng.
All the hair on Lei Meng's body stood on end, as if encountering extreme cold.
A bone-chilling murderous intent, like an invisible steel needle, viciously stabbed into the back of his head.
The Tier Three Martial Saint's intuition for danger screamed wildly.
The shadow of death loomed instantly.
"Not good!"
