The car drove quickly for some distance before it suddenly slowed down.
After doing this routine a few times, Shangguan Hou's face started growing increasingly pale. At a closer look, some sweat was forming on his forehead.
"That was boring," scoffed the man.
The tail gave up halfway, so it was completely unchallenging for him.
Shangguan Hou leaned against the seat backrest and glanced into the rearview mirror. Even though his chest was in a lot of pain, he did not complain in the slightest. "Have you lost the tail?"
"Nope. It decided to stop on its own." The man scratched his head casually.
The traffic light up ahead happened to turn red, so he stepped on the brake. He could smell the scent of medicine in the car and turned to glance at Shangguan Hou.
The man finally noticed his face and raised his brow automatically. "Your mask looks even more authentic this time."
