Xu Wuyi closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat, and started the engine. The vehicle pulled out of the secluded street, heading out of town. The night had deepened. The streets were almost completely devoid of pedestrians, with only the occasional passing car.
Sitting in the back seat, Lu Sheng stared at the young man driving and felt an indescribable sense of terror welling up inside him.
The car soon left Heihe City, turning onto a highway leading into the outskirts. Endless snowy plains stretched out on both sides, shimmering with a silvery-white glow under the moonlight. Occasionally, a few solitary trees could be seen trembling in the freezing wind.
Xu Wuyi drove in silence, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. The interior of the car was completely quiet, save for the faint hum of the engine. After driving along the highway for nearly an hour, the car finally came to a halt in front of an isolated, abandoned factory.
