The night sky is as black as ink, with dark clouds lingering below the starlight, showing no signs of lightning.
Could that lightning from the sky really be man-made?
Xue Lina felt extremely conflicted.
She didn't know how to explain it, but she trusted her instincts.
A woman has to believe in something.
Heaven does not help people for no reason.
A car drove on the mountain road, just coming to a stop when a man in his forties rushed out.
Despite his portly figure, his eyes were exceptionally sharp.
The moment he appeared, everyone around immediately looked tense.
"The border and customs are utterly disgraceful, allowing a desperado to bring special weapons into the Imperial Capital. I want to see how they explain this!"
The middle-aged man said coldly as he walked up to Xue Lina.
Xue Lina looked at him with a complex expression and said:
"Uncle."
