While holding a cellphone in one hand on the other side, he made use of the moment they were conversing to send some message.
Just as he transmitted a video to someone, suddenly, Li Tingze behind him lifted his hand and cut off the Wu surnamed man's words.
His gaze then turned directly to the one driving:
The light in the back was dim, obscuring the expression in his eyes, only his voice faintly rose:
"I wonder how Lin Ge sees it, in your opinion, where is this kid most likely to have run off to? Or is it possible that someone is helping him…?"
The Lin Ge he mentioned was the middle-aged man with a beard.
No sooner had he spoken these words than Lin Ge momentarily stiffened, then placed both hands on the steering wheel, scoffing lightly and cursing, "Wherever the hell this kid runs off to, whether someone is helping him or not, once I find him, I'm going to slaughter him because this bastard has – damn it – messed up so much.
