But Mark had hung up the phone.

He grabbed his car keys and made his way out of the office building.

His car was parked in the open parking lot outside. The wind and rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella virtually useless. When he finally reached his car, he was already soaking wet.

But Mark couldn't care less.

When he opened his car door, the rain poured into his mouth.

The inside of his car also got wet.

He slid into the driver's seat and shut the door. Then, he gunned the engine and turned on the windshield wipers. Even at the highest setting, his wipers were no match against the pouring rain.

Everything ahead appeared blurry to him.

It was not safe to drive out in this kind of weather.

The heavy rain and strong wind swept through every inch of the city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air and felling trees left and right on the road. The sky was so dark that everything underneath it appeared pitch black.

Mark was already halfway through to Cecilia's place.

Then, a metal rod smashed down onto the car out of nowhere.

It hit the back side.

Startled, Mark lost control of the wheel, and the slippery road sent the car reeling for more than ten meters before Mark managed to pump the brakes. He subsequently hit his head on the steering wheel.

Blood oozed from his forehead.

He felt dizzy, but still, he wiped the blood off his face and carefully stepped on the accelerator again.

His phone rang two times before it went dead.

Anxious, Cecilia called Mark again.

But she couldn't get a hold of Mark.

She heard from the servant that Mark had ventured into the inclement weather to attend to Edwin, and he wasn't picking up any of her calls. Now she was worried sick about him.