"Lin Hai, have you found the third vehicle from your twelve o'clock direction?" Xia Xiaopao reminded him over the phone.
Following Xia Xiaopao's words, Lin Hai looked over from his twelve o'clock direction and saw the third vehicle—a tricycle.
"Father-in-law, don't tell me that the tricycle is here to pick me up."
"Bingo. We need to keep a low profile; nobody pays attention to a tricycle."
"But... aren't we going to the Inner Palace?"
"Exactly, which is why a tricycle is even more deceptive."
"Alright."
"Hurry up, kid. The old man driving the tricycle is specially hired by me as a private driver. Back in the day, he was a legendary driver in the military until..." Xia Xiaopao didn't finish his sentence.
"Until what?" Lin Hai asked curiously.
"Until... he got into an accident and injured his left leg, so now he can only drive a tricycle."
Lin Hai's mouth twitched several times; this guy had a previous accident record!
