"It's probably this ordinary BMW."
Xander Harl had just spoken, when he suddenly saw a white BMW appear on the right side as well, instantly flustering him, "Damn, it looks like that woman knows someone is following her and wants to shake us off."
"Xander, how about you get off and catch a taxi to follow the one on the right? I'll follow the one on the left," Lude Johnsons decided immediately and stepped on the brakes.
"Alright."
Xander agreed right away, swiftly got out of the car, flagged down a taxi, and continued to track the undiverted white BMW.
On this side.
Lude maintained an appropriate distance from that BMW, neither far nor near.
In less than ten minutes.
The BMW left the noisy city district, gradually heading into more secluded roads.
The man in the driver's seat glanced sideways at the rearview mirror, saying evilly, "He's not afraid of dying, still following."
"Are you all set for him?"
