But the general situation, he could still feel it, knowing that guy was taking something out of his pocket to look at.
Under the helmet, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile, "I thought you really weren't curious."
About five or six hundred meters behind him, three motorcycles were covering each other, taking turns moving forward, fixating on the off-road vehicle.
There were really too many motorcycles on the highway, Xiao Moshan hadn't noticed the motorcycles behind him, and those three hadn't noticed him either.
Qu Jianlei had been driving for more than an hour and finally reached the outskirts, with people and vehicles on the road gradually becoming sparse.
Seeing this, Xiao Moshan slowly reduced his speed, keeping a distance of about a kilometer, watching him.
The three motorcycles behind did the same, taking the initiative to slow down, settling at about two kilometers from the off-road vehicle.
