It was past eight in the morning in Guangzhou.
The black Bentley drove into a crowded two-lane street in Liwan District.
Inside the carriage.
Huang Yonghui, the vice president of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce, looked at the congested and old streets outside the window with some disdain and dissatisfaction.
This was the location of the old district of Guangzhou. The street in front of them had many old houses left behind from the last century…
Huang Yonghui didn't really like it.
However, Tan Pingqian, the chairman of the Yang Cheng Chamber of Commerce, liked to go to a teahouse on Enning Road for breakfast every Sunday morning.
At this time, Huang Yonghui had to accompany her often.
……
The two sides of the street were bustling with hawking.
There were bicycles and electric bikes shuttling around.
Huang Yonghui felt annoyed and closed his eyes…
It wasn't too far away from the old teahouse where President Tan was at. It was at the intersection not far ahead.
At this moment.
Although the traffic was congested, the car drove smoothly under the guidance of Huang Yonghui's trusted aide, Lu Zhiyi…
Suddenly!
The black Bentley suddenly stepped on the brakes mischievously!
"The car in front has a flat tire."
Lu Zhiyi replied in a deep voice when he saw Vice President Huang open his eyes through the rearview mirror.
"Time is running out."
Huang Yonghui looked at the time on his watch and said. Then, he closed his eyes again.
Lu Zhiyi observed the car in front and saw an angry woman getting out of the white Mercedes-Benz.
He looked back.
The originally congested lane had already been blocked for a long time.
He looked at the intersection not far away.
He thought about it slightly.
Then, he turned the steering wheel and drove toward the smaller intersection.
……
Time passed by slowly.
Ye Yuan stood on the third floor of an old building. He stretched out his hand and placed a Su Yan that was only half-smoked by the railing.
The cigarette butt was placed inside the railing, and the cigarette tail was stuck out.
He stopped moving and placed his hand on the railing.
He looked at the Bentley that was about to turn around and drive in this direction…
Ye Yuan glanced at the time on his watch.
8:38:19 AM.
Then, he turned around and walked downstairs.
……
The opposite path.
Lin Mang didn't have much expression on his face. He was driving a small truck that was used to transport poultry to the farmer's market.
He had only accepted the job for the day.
He gripped the steering wheel with his fingers and tightened his grip.
Lin Mang paid attention to the speed of the car and the time…
He didn't know the meaning of what he was doing, and he didn't want to ask why. He only knew to follow Ye-ge's request…
Lin Mang glanced at the black Bentley driving from the intersection in front of him and then looked away.
……
On the roadside of the old street.
Ye Yuan stood in front of a breakfast shop that sold steamed buns.
He carried a bag of buns and turned around.
He looked at the intersection not far away.
Then, he looked at the time.
8:43:21 AM.
The black Bentley brushed past the small truck transporting the birds.
The wheels of the truck ran over a puddle of muddy water.
The splashing mud hit the Bentley's driver's window…
The minivan drove away and drove past the road!
During this process, the weight of the minivan, the speed of the minivan, and the time of its appearance would cause a different timeline.
……
His expression didn't look too good.
The more the windshield wipers in front of the car cleaned, the more blurred the glass in front of him became.
Lu Zhiyi stepped on the brakes and parked the Bentley right below where Ye Yuanfang had just stopped.
"Master."
"I'll get out of the car and wipe the mud off."
Lu Zhiyi turned his head and said to Huang Yonghui.
"Mmh…"
Huang Yonghui's right eyelid twitched for some reason, but he didn't think too much about it. He still closed his eyes and only responded with his nose.
She picked up a box of tissues from the car and got out of the car impatiently.
In front of the car, at the intersection, a half-broken chair was thrown into a corner.
Lu Zhiyi felt that he was in the way and kicked the chair away!
Bang!
The chair crashed into the wall beside it, as well as the water pipe. The water pipe trembled…and the already broken chair instantly shattered into pieces.
……
8:44:18 AM.
The cigarette butt seemed to burn because it felt the vibration, or perhaps it was just because the cigarette butt was too long…
The moment the chair was kicked into pieces.
The cigarette butt fell from the sky.
The cigarette butt, which was still extremely hot, broke the rope that hung the banner from the Liwan District's publicity department on the second floor…
Whoosh!
Half of the banner fell from the second floor of the building…
The banner hit the window of the Bentley…
……
Lu Zhiyi felt increasingly frustrated.
He frowned.
He grabbed the banner and pulled it down forcefully!
A sudden change occurred!
The banner that was pulled down broke the glass of the second-floor shop.
The crisp sound of glass shattering rang in his ears…
Pieces of broken glass reflecting the morning sun fell to the ground…
Lu Zhiyi raised his head reflexively and looked in the direction of the voice!
His pupils suddenly contracted…
He staggered backward!
At the right time.
It was as if the Grim Reaper had descended!
After dodging a few pieces of broken glass, another piece of sharp glass pierced straight into Lu Zhiyi's neck!
Lu Zhiyi desperately covered his neck…
However, the bright red blood was still gushing out!
He opened his eyes and mouth wide.
"Save…"
"Help!"
He could clearly feel the gradual loss of his life force, and the scene in front of him was in a daze...
In his heart, he felt endless remorse for all the ugly things he had done with Huang Yonghui…
……
Inside the carriage.
Huang Yonghui opened his eyes.
He saw the front of the car at a glance.
His two hands were covering his neck. Blood stained his palms and his clothes red…
In an instant.
Huang Yonghui seemed to have recalled something.
His face turned pale.
His body was trembling.
She hurriedly locked the car door.
Bang!
A bloody palm print was slapped on the car window by Lu Zhiyi.
The 57-year-old Huang Yonghui panted heavily. His back was already drenched in sweat. He did not believe that all of this was just a coincidence.
"He has his eyes on me!"
"He has his eyes on me!"
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