A hint of shock flashed across Liao Yuan's eyes.
"Really? How did you know that?"
The expression on Yang Tao's face was strange.
"It's because... someone picked up a flattened cigarette box at the scene the next day. It's a domestic specialty, Red Gold Star, 4.50 yuan a box."
The expression on Liao Yuan's face instantly froze.
Those who played underground racing usually did not lack money, and their personalities were much wilder.
A big-shot racer smoking a red gold star for 4.50 yuan... This image was too beautiful for him to imagine.
After hesitating for a moment, Liao Yuan asked, "That's not necessarily true, right? What if the person is from abroad..."
"A big shot foreigner smoking a Red Gold Star?"
"..."
That's true.
That brand of cigarettes could not be found in Leland. The only possibility was that they had been brought over there from China.
