That night, LA City was shrouded in a curtain of rain, heavy rain pouring down as everything appeared blurred in the distance. The myriad lights in the distance dotted a sense of warmth everywhere,
however, in contrast to the serene and harmonious atmosphere of the city's lights, the prosecutor's office in LA City was steeped in coldness and solemnity.
At this moment, Lu Yu stepped off the minibus and walked slowly through the rain as if he were a deathly presence wandering in the dead of night, silent and quiet.
The cold, dense rain battered his body without him noticing. Now, he seemed like a grim reaper harvesting the souls of sinners on a rainy night, each step filled with chill and austerity!
Due to the special circumstances tonight, the prosecutor's office's security guards had already been sent away, so Lu Yu walked slowly and entered the office's front gate, heading towards the main hall.
