Five sedans raced along the highway, their tires churning up a series of streaks in the wet asphalt. The hum of their engines echoed through the rainy night.,The person behind me slept peacefully, the car lights were dim, but her complexion was as white as jade, with a rosy tinge on her lips, tempting to be captured. The mole beneath her eye, a black teardrop, was irresistible.,In City A, the Black-faced God of Death is a figure known to all. Those who fall into his hands are tortured beyond recognition...。