Late at night, LA City was already submerged in a sea of dazzling neon lights; this prosperous international metropolis showed a unique beauty under the shimmering surroundings, evoking myriad thoughts in those who gazed upon it.
Inside a luxury apartment, Zhou Jiming sat in front of an exquisitely crafted coffee table. His complexion was frighteningly sullen, and one glance was enough to see his eyes filled with a venomous resentment, calmly exuding a hint of menace.
Beside his hand rested a tumbler, half-filled with crimson liquid. Under the illumination, the liquid appeared vividly red, like fresh blood, revealing a trace of seductive allure.
"Damn Lu Yu!"
At that moment, Zhou Jiming cursed venomously, then grasped the glass in front of him, downing a hefty gulp of alcohol as if trying to vent his inner anger through this act.
Poof!
