Jin Xueli whipped around.
When she realized someone had appeared in the back seat of the car, she instinctively jerked back. Her back slammed against the steering wheel, and the car let out a long, shrill honk for her.
"Wh-who are you?" She straightened up, and the car fell silent. "When did you…"
He was a man in his sixties, just entering old age.
He sat securely in the back seat, as if the car was his and Jin Xueli was merely his driver. No, it was more like the city—the entire human world—was his, and Jin Xueli was just a small part of it.
The man's face was weary, heavy, and hard. His eyes held a faint, eerie glint, like the reflection of a silver knife in the shadow of a drawer.
Jin Xueli felt he looked familiar, yet she knew with certainty that she had never met him before.
'That's strange. Why does he look so familiar?'
"How did you get in here?"
