Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
At the center of Owain City, Alexander Corporation headquarters.
Alexander leaned on the soft sofa.
He watched the video his subordinate was live-streaming to him.
A helicopter opened the way.
There were dozens of BMW escorts on the ground.
In the middle was the bright white Lamborghini.
He picked up the red wine.
He took a sip.
âAs I expected.
âThat old fellow, Orne, wonât sit idle.
âBut this formation really isnât small.â
Alexander thought.
This Stansen.
He really cherished life.
Howeverâ¦
He only cherished his own life.
â¦
Financial Center Building, 40th floor.
Victoria was in the office.
She put down the tablet computer in her hand.
She sighed deeply.
âPerhaps.
âThe time hasnât come yet, right?â
She could only choose to trust her partner.
They were now in the same boat.
â¦
At the old teahouse.
Orne was in a bad mood.
Wrinkles appeared on his face as he stood up unhappily.
He was about to leave the teahouse.
âGo back!â
The bodyguard hurriedly followed closely behind.
â¦
âOn Enjing Road, an accident occurred on the east-west road
âPlease avoid the road ahead of time.
âThis is Owain Traffic Broadcastâ¦â
A gray Buick drove out of the intersection of Enjing Road.
The carâs radio gave out a traffic jam report.
âBro, didnât you come from Enjing Road?
âWhat happened there just now?â
The bald middle-aged man in the car turned and asked John casually.
His clothes were dirty, his face was messy, and his mannerisms were rough.
This was a ride-hailing car that John had randomly found online.
He retracted his gaze from Enjing Road.
John turned his eyes to the bald man.
He casually glanced at the bald driverâs fingernail inconspicuously.
The bald manâs fingernails were yellow and were filled with black dregs where they connected to his fingers.
His fingers were also slightly deformed.
Through the rearview mirror.
John saw the bald driverâs teeth.
They were black and yellowish. There were even some leeks stuck in them.
It was probably caught on his teeth at breakfast.
The bald driverâs face was sallow and his eyelids were drooping.
It could be determined that this was an old smoker.
Of course, there was actually no need for such a complicated observation.
Foresee had already explained all these.
For the current John, even observing someone or something seemed unnecessary.
Of course, having the ability to read peopleâs expressions was always good to have.
âAt 8.55 PM and 25 seconds, you walked out of Enjing Road and opened the online dating website at the intersection.â
âAt 8.58 PM and 46 seconds, a gray Buick stopped in front of you. The owner of the car was an old smoker who had smoked for 20 years.â
John looked away.
He began to describe the general process of the incident.
âJust now at Enjing Street, a Lamborghini was splashed by mudâ¦â
He spoke unhurriedly with a gentle voice.
It was as if he had seen the entire incident with his own eyes.
His tone didnât change at all when he described the scenes that were bloody.
In fact, he hadnât just witnessed it with his own eyes.
This so-called traffic accident was even caused by him.
Therefore, he wouldnât feel any emotion.
All the results were destined.
The bald man sweated when he heard this.
After all, he was also a ride-hailing driver who worked all year round.
There were also times when he was in a bad mood.
If in the future, when he vented his temper, and also encountered such bad luck, what should he do?
He couldnât help but admire this young man who was taking his car.
The young man was calm and composed.
âBro, mind if I take a smoke?â The bald man felt that life was unpredictable and his smoking addiction kicked in.
âGo ahead.â John lowered his eyes and said calmly.
â¦
At the same time.
Stansenâs motorcade had smoothly entered the main road.
In the helicopter above the traffic flow.
There was a well-equipped security guard.
He was on guard at all times and carefully observed for any suspicious signs.
âTurn around. Go to Gwen Villa.â
Suddenly, Stansen changed his mind.
Normally, he rarely mentioned or went to Gwen Villa.
It could be considered a sort of refuge for him.
He felt that it would definitely be safer there.
The motorcade naturally followed Stansenâs orders.
At the next intersection, this entire motorcade and the helicopter in the sky took a U-turn around. It was quite a magnificent scene.
â¦
In a ray Buick.
Johnâs eyes were almost fixed on the watch on his left hand.
His right hand tapped on his thigh rhythmically.
He silently counted the time.
âAt 9.15 PM and 39 seconds in the morning, the car you were in turned into Heku Road.
âAt 9.43 PM and 11 seconds, the car youâre in will drive to Yanjiang Expressway.
â9.59 PM and 24 seconds, the car youâre in will drive down from the Yangjiang Expressway.
â10.07 PM and 30 seconds. The car youâre in is on the riverside highway, traveling on the overpass.â
A step in the Foresee flashed before Johnâs eyes.
At this moment.
From the radio.
Suddenly, another report came out:
âThere was a traffic accident near the northwest exit of the highway.
âA heavy-duty semi-trailer oil tanker that was parked temporarily in the middle of the road and the emergency lane was chased.
âOil is suspected to have leaked from the tanker.
âDrivers who plan to pass through this highway, please avoid it in advance!â
The announcement ended.
John looked up.
âItâs a good thing we just got off the highway, or we would have been stuck there.â
The bald man was relieved.
He looked up as he spoke.
He looked at the highway beside him.
At this moment, the highway was already congested with cars.
John responded casually.
Then, he glanced at his watch.
Then, he touched his pocket.
He took out his phone.
The moment the caller ID appeared, he had already answered the call.
Before Victoria could react and was about to say something, Johnâs inexplicable words interrupted her.
âYes.
âMy throat feels itchy.
âMy chest indeed feels a little tight.
âMy mood is very impetuous, and my mind is blank.
âItâs hard to concentrate. Itâs like being addicted to cigarettes.â
â¦
Victoria was surprised but didnât know what to do.
But she was smart and didnât interrupt John.
Instead, she pondered over Johnâs words.
Was there some hidden meaning behind them?
She pondered to herself.
However.
What Victoria didnât know was that at this moment, a bald driver was sitting in the driverâs seat and driving the car.
When he heard Johnâs first words, he already felt uncomfortable.
First John spoke the word throat.
The bald driverâs Adamâs apple bobbed and it felt ticklish.
When John said that his chest was tight.
His chest felt stuffy too as if he couldnât breathe.
The bald man gradually felt frustrated!
âItâs hard to concentrate. Itâs like being addicted to cigarettesâ
At this moment.
Johnâs words were like a reminder.
The bald middle-aged man also felt his smoking addiction acting up.
In the back, John was still on the phone.
â¦
The bald driver took out another cigarette.
This time, he didnât ask again.
He lighted it up and took a puff.
Then, he let out a long sigh of relief.
His stuffy chest finally felt much more comfortable.
John glanced at the driver.
Then he hung up.
The car was still moving smoothly.
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