On the expressway from Jinling to Shanghai, a Porsche 911 was hurtling forward, its engine roaring. Inside the car, an electronic warning device droned on, "You are exceeding the speed limit. You are exceeding the speed limit." But Du Tiancong, gripping the steering wheel with his foot slammed on the accelerator, paid it no mind.
His body trembled violently.
COUGH! COUGH!
Not a trace of color remained on his pale, ashen face. With a sudden, dry cough, a mouthful of blood sprayed uncontrollably over the steering wheel and dashboard. As he spat out the blood, the pallor of his face became even more ghastly, and the shivering from his weakness grew more intense.
"Fuck, it's so cold, so cold!"
He frantically wiped the blood from his mouth and, shivering, turned off the car's air conditioning. The AC had been set to twenty-four degrees Celsius, but even in the last dregs of autumn warmth, he felt a chill like the dead of winter. It was a testament to just how weak he had become.
