บท 391: Turbulent

When the sun rose from the sky, the whole East China Sea City today could be said to be busier than usual.

On the street, rows of vehicles could be seen everywhere.

There were pedestrians everywhere on both sides of the street.

Especially the subway entrances and bus stops were crowded with pedestrians.

This day, for ordinary people, was another boring and repeated day.

But this day seemed to be different from usual.

At the entrance of a subway station, a man in a suit, tie, and shoes polished like reflective mirrors, was walking slowly, but his eyes were scarlet and his expression looked quite tired.

He stopped when he heard the sound of the helicopter propeller rattling.

As he put one hand on his forehead and looked up at the sky, a helicopter flew quickly.