Fang Yi was driving Li Yinong's red car. Luckily, it was a manual transmission with six gears and high horsepower, which was more than enough for Fang Yi.
After Fang Yi started driving, he didn't speed up too much, just maintained a steady pace.
Fang Yi took out a cigarette and lit it, resting his left elbow on the window while occasionally flicking the ash with his right hand and exhaling the smoke.
After about five or six minutes, Fang Yi caught up to the van.
Yes, the van hadn't left but had instead slowed down. Although it was among a crowd of cars, it stood out conspicuously to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi wondered why the van suddenly sped up earlier; perhaps it was to scare him, or maybe it was a signal.
The van certainly carried those "mice" that Leng Wushuang talked about; he just didn't know how many.
Without Leng Wushuang there, Fang Yi didn't believe they could have been taken out so easily. If they actually were gone, then Fang Yi would stand no chance against these mice.
