Nan Yan responded with a nod, and then Qin Lu told her that there was a gun in the car.
The car weaved through the bustling streets, causing a cacophony of honks. Cars on both sides of the road gave way to the top-of-the-line luxury car that wasn't following traffic rules.
There was no other choice. Judging by the car models, they knew the people in the car were either extremely wealthy or powerful, way beyond the reach of ordinary folks like them.
Refusing to give way would only lead to trouble later on, and they feared they wouldn't be able to handle the consequences.
The black luxury car raced recklessly down the road.
Nan Yan, on the other hand, had moved from the front passenger seat to the more spacious back seat. She held a silver silenced pistol in her hand, her gaze cold and serene as she watched the vehicles closely following behind them.
