Jia Molei's huge black Jeep flew through the desolate street like a streak of lightning, pressing He Juan's entire body to the seat. Heart leaping to his throat, he turned around to check the situation and true to Jia Molei's words, there was a Land Rover that maneuvered its way through the sparse amount of cars and firmly stuck to their tail. As the car got closer and closer, He Juan seemed to catch a glimpse of the person sitting behind the wheels.
Black attire, black mask and a black cap with its brim pulled low…
T–This was the default appearance of a serial killer, wasn't it?!
"Jia Molei, who have you offended this time?!" He Juan raised his voice to rival the ear-piercing screech of tires.
Of course, the first hypothesis that popped up in his mind was that someone had hired a hitman to teach Jia Molei a lesson out of resentment. On the other hand, he, this honest and law-abiding citizen, had done nothing bad to warrant this stimulating chase in the middle of the night!
