Chapter 84

Hanging up the phone, the iron-armored Humvee immediately turned around the street and galloped away.

Night screening.

The night is deep, the evening breeze blows, and a few scattered stars are under the canopy.

The iron-armored Hummer of Demon came downstairs to Via Empire Hotel.

Flameout.

He glanced out the car's window at the skyscraper, pulled out another cigarette with his finger, and lit the fire.

The vigorous knuckles rubbed his somewhat tired temples, and his mind crossed Heart's teary face with pear blossoms and rain.

Then, he put the cigarette into his thin lips and took a sharp breath.

Swallowing clouds and spitting fog up.

He drove around several times before he calmed down his anger.

In his lifelong memory, he has always shown himself as calm and self-possessing, and he has never been so out of control as tonight.

He admits that when he drove the car near her house, he would almost grab a golf club and go direct