A Man Called Revenge

Chapter 133: 山頂道 Peak Road

The drive was longer than expected. The driver would stop at certain points to either make some random calls or buy some things, which he would put in his booth.

Miles did not pay attention to any of that. As a matter of fact, he was lost in a swirl of thoughts, a muddle of recent days and whispered fears. The golden card felt heavy against his thigh, a secret he wasn’t quite sure what to do with.

Was it real? Or had he dreamed the whole encounter with the American? A fancy car, a man with eyes like a winter sky, offering escape with a flick of a tiny rectangle. It sounded like something out of those cheap movies the older boys used to talk about, the ones they’d heard whispers of from the city folk who came to the factories.

He glanced out the window, the blur of the city lights a stark contrast to the grey stillness of the bunker. Each streetlight was a tiny firefly, each passing car a brief whoosh of the outside world, a world that felt more and more like a fever dream.

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