The night was well past its midpoint, and the sky was sprinkling small snowflakes.
Xu Jing had not taken the car; instead, she chose to ride a motorcycle.
The wind was biting, becoming even more intense with the motorcycle's fast movement. Despite the helmet and gloves, it was still very cold.
Xu Jing seemed unaffected, focused solely on moving forward.
On the pitch-black road, only the motorcycle's headlights extended forward, as if to burn a hole through the darkness.
Suddenly, a person appeared in the middle of the road.
Xu Jing reflexively slowed down, adjusting her direction to avoid hitting the pedestrian.
But the person remained standing in the middle of the road. Xu Jing honked the horn to signal him to get out of the way.
The person lifted his head and shielded his face with his hand.
Xu Jing's expression changed drastically: the person was wearing a mask.
Someone masked in the dead of night is up to no good, one hundred percent!
Bang, bang bang!
