Winter had come.
The night wind was icy cold. In the chilly wind, trees swayed and dead leaves fluttered about. The world was desolate, and a deep cold enveloped the land.
Chen Yang smoked his cigarette, the ember flickering as the smoke curled upwards. His thoughts were in unprecedented chaos, like leaves caught in the cold wind, tumbling over and over before finally, and reluctantly, settling on the ground.
Such unprecedented exhaustion!
Taking two deep breaths, Chen Yang forcefully suppressed the unwelcome thoughts and struggled to regain his composure. No matter what, he had to stick to his principles and his bottom line.
Fiercely stubbing out the cigarette, Chen Yang returned to his car.
Just as he started the engine, ready to drive home, his phone rang. It was an unsaved number, but Chen Yang knew who it was.
As soon as he answered, a deep voice came through the speaker. "It's been almost two days. It seems you really have no intention of handing over the formula?"
