"Huh..." He exhaled a breath of rusty breath, put down the screwdriver in his hand, and reached out to rub his sore shoulders. The workshop is filled with the smell of motor oil, solder and damp mold. This is a familiar smell to him, and it is also his safe haven after three years of hibernation. Three years ago, the night when the entire Fang family was wiped out, there was also a heavy rain, but the rain that night was still mixed with the strong smell of blood.
