Young Master Fang, you guessed it!
"Cen Haonan's man really came to scout the track!"
At the Xuanghe Racing Track, a man in a windbreaker watched the Mercedes-Benz business van driven by Su Xuan as he made a call.
"Are you sure he's one of Cen Haonan's men?" the person on the phone asked.
"Positive!" the man in the windbreaker said. "He used Cen Haonan's name when he registered for track time at the front desk!"
"What kind of car is he driving?" the person on the phone asked.
"Uh, the car he's driving is a bit strange." The corner of the man's mouth twitched. "It's a Mercedes-Benz business van."
"A Mercedes business van? What the hell?" the voice on the phone exclaimed in astonishment.
"He's probably trying to keep us from seeing his trump card," the man in the windbreaker said.
"Keep watching him. Report anything you see to me immediately!"
"Understood!"
