The whole city was as silent as a graveyard.
Except for the occasional flock of white doves flying across the sky, there were no signs of life.
The bus traveled along the road.
Even though there was no one ahead, its speed remained slow, adhering to every traffic light.
On both sides of the road, looking through the greenery, skyscrapers stood tall, like aging giants nearing their end.
On the bus, four people remained silent.
Watching as the bus passed by the stop sign without stopping, the muscular man couldn't take the silence any longer. He looked at Gu Qingxiang, who was reading with her head down, and suddenly threw a punch.
Gu Qingxiang didn't move, but the muscular man's left cheek suddenly took a punch, and his head slammed into the glass beside him. But just as it was about to shatter, a vortex appeared on the glass, conveniently swallowing the muscular man's head.
