Two cars sped down the road, one after the other, but He Ye's car was stuck at a red light, helplessly watching the other one drive away.
He drove in the general direction, but the car was nowhere to be seen.
"Brother Chen, we've lost them..."
Shen Yanchen was anxious but thought clearly under pressure: "Check the license plates at the traffic police station. I'll come find you first."
The black van stopped in front of an abandoned wooden house in the suburbs. The door was already leaning to one side, and at the slightest touch, the whole door fell to the ground with a "clang".
"Let me go! What are you trying to do?" Gu Qimiao struggled, but her strength was no match for the two muscular men.
The wooden house was very old, it seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time. The tiles on the roof were missing, shattered pieces scattered on the ground, and beams of light pierced through the gaps in the roof.
