It had been raining in Linjiang City for three whole days, and there was a musty earthy smell in the air.
On the 78th floor of Genting Tower, the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were blurred by the rain and turned into blurry spots. Zhao Xun sat on the leather sofa with two dark red beads in his hand. It was the eyeball of the third-level monster "Red Eyed Monkey", and its tentacles were warm, even with some residual body temperature.
He glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist.
8:05.
"Boss Liu, you are late." Zhao Xun's voice was low, even a little lazy.
The bald man sitting opposite him wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "There's a traffic jam, it's really a traffic jam. The weather is crazy, Feijian is controlling it, and there are so many cars. Mr. Zhao, please bear with me."
