"Boss, there's a car that has been following us,"
the driver in the front business van said, furrowing his brow as he spotted Ye Luo's Mercedes through the rearview mirror and quickly spoke up.
In addition to Qin Yuru and four men in black, there was a middle-aged man in the business van with a knife scar on his face, dressed in a black combat outfit. His wolf-like eyes were gloomy and cold, sending chills down one's spine.
Hearing the driver's words, the middle-aged man glanced back and then spat out, "Speed up, and lose him."
Subsequently, the two Mercedes vehicles accelerated sharply, overtaking other cars on the street with a sudden surge in speed.
"Think you can escape?"
In the Mercedes, Ye Luo sneered, slammed the gas pedal, and jerked the steering wheel. The car's performance was ignited, and its speed soared continuously.