In the cold wind, he could feel a strong air current rapidly approaching him.
Tang Si's expression darkened, a deep sense of coldness and alertness spreading.
As he gripped the umbrella handle, he instantly closed the umbrella, turning it into a weapon in his hand.
The attack was fierce and ruthless, with no strength spared.
The angle was also extremely tricky.
Seeing the situation, the person immediately withdrew his fist, his body slightly tilting, swiftly dodging the strike.
"Still as sharp as ever." In the rainy night, a male voice, clear and steady, carried a faint hint of amusement.
The rain soon soaked Tang Si's hair, and his peach blossom eyes squinted slightly, within the heavy rain curtain, the man wore casual clothes, yet his physique remained firm.
It was Lu Yan, the captain of the fire brigade.
Tang Si's previously guarded stance relaxed.
