"Interesting."
The teenager let out a whistle, stomped on the gas pedal, and in the darkness of the night, his speed left only a fleeting shadow in its wake.
Dai Zhong rushed over and opened the sandalwood box.
The box was empty; the white jade token had long since vanished.
Dai Zhong slammed the sandalwood box onto the ground, furiously ordering the security team: "Use all necessary means to catch that person for me."
The face of the security captain darkened; the target had slipped right under his nose, leaving his dignity hanging by a thread.
"Don't worry, Mr. Dai, I'll definitely bring him back."
With that, he hurriedly led his team in pursuit.
Luo Zhong glanced at the rearview mirror, narrowing his eyes. "A black McLaren 720S—it's Leng Yunyang."
In the backseat, a teenager had a laptop sprawled across his knees, his long, slender fingers flying across the keyboard as he rapidly executed strings of commands.
