C404 The Fleeing Zuo Junpeng

It was late autumn and the night was cold. The pitch black asphalt road looked lonely under the illumination of the street lamps.

Occasionally, he would pass by a speeding vehicle, but after the cold wind blew past, he could only smell the faint scent of gasoline.

Zuo Junpeng stood by the window and looked at the only road in front of him. He still couldn't believe it.

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