When they reached the destination, perhaps because the night wind was somewhat chilly, the pain from the wounds on his body felt increasingly pronounced.
The driver glanced at the exposed glimpse of Lin Ruixian's hospital gown at the moment the car door closed and suddenly lowered the window: "Young man, are you still going back?"
Lin Ruixian surveyed the surroundings; the vast night seemed capable of swallowing everything.
"Going back."
The driver left him a phone number, "If you need to leave, give me a call in advance. I only stop working at two! It's unsafe here now, and drivers rarely come this way. Going back won't be easy for you."
With a word of thanks, Lin Ruixian vanished into the night sky after taking the phone number.
It seems that having a gentle and approachable face can be exceptionally useful at times.
This place used to be a frequent haunt of the Heimu Organization. Now that the Heimu Organization has reappeared, it's quite likely they'll return here.
