The air seemed to be filled with an intense smell of blood.
The rain poured down relentlessly, the sky like ink spilling over, engulfing the world in sticky darkness.
The white refrigerated truck stood silently in the mud.
Two dim yellow headlights penetrated the curtain of rain, like two empty, soulless eyes, staring at the land shrouded in darkness and death.
Squeak—
The grating sound of a hinge being forced open echoed.
The rusty iron gate of the slaughterhouse was pushed open forcefully from the inside.
A tall figure draped in a black raincoat emerged slowly from the shadows.
Each step splashed gently in the mud, yet appeared steady, without any hint of stumbling.
The violent rain washed away the suspicious dark red stains on his raincoat, quickly erasing the shallow footprints he left in the mud.
Fang Cheng stood amid the torrential downpour, breathing deeply the cold, damp air.
Then he slowly exhaled the stale air held in his lungs.
