C241 The twisted way of escape

My hands and feet were cold on the chair. It was Friday afternoon, and the rain had been pouring down. The news also showed a torrential downpour. A man dressed in black stood in the rain with his back to the crowd, his umbrella thrown aside.

I recognize the back.

Following the change in the angle of the picture, his face flashed past. It was indeed Pang Jun.

What did he think now? I'm dead