This place is much more secluded than the hotel they stayed at. It's late at night, and the few small shops on both sides have closed, with no lights, making it very quiet. There's also no pedestrians on the road. Across the street, a bus stops and leaves, while a black car drives on the lane heading in his direction not far away.
Noticing the car, Qiao Liang's eyes lit up immediately.
It must be that car, otherwise, on such a wide road, it doesn't need to drive so slowly.
Tying his shoelaces, Qiao Liang continued forward, reaching the traffic lights, turned right. Seeing that the car behind hadn't caught up, he quickly hid by the roadside, concealed behind the greenery.
He bent down, peering through the gaps in the shrubs to watch the outside, to confirm his suspicion.
Sure enough, the black car had already reached nearby.
