Ains South East District
The sunlight drooped westward, the pervasive shadows enveloping the entire alley, covering the long-parked red sports car.
Amidst these thick shadows, an elderly man in simple casual attire with white curly hair slowly emerged from the darkness, looking up at the nearby sports car.
The tire tracks on the ground were slightly dusted; this sports car had been parked here for a few hours already.
However, the alley was remote enough; if it had been parked on the outside streets, this sports car might have been stolen long ago.
He Ao lifted his gaze, scanning the surrounding alley.
The alley was clean, with only some scattered footprints, showing no signs of any battle or violent collisions.
No bullets were fired on the walls or ground, and the sports car's paint remained intact and smooth, without scratches or new dents.
That is to say, no fierce battle occurred here, no combat between Transcendents, or gunfire.
