A man in a black suit, standing about 2 meters tall, holding a stack of beers, stood out starkly in the bustling fish market.
Wen Suihan's gaze locked onto that man.
Wen Suihan wasn't worried about exposing himself at all; his cheap tracksuit and the helmet on his head made it so even Sheng Tang himself might not recognize him.
Chen Xi revved up the motorcycle, but was stopped by Wen Suihan.
Wen Suihan said, "Follow the man in front holding the beer."
Chen Xi hesitated for a moment, then quickly responded: "Okay, bro."
Chen Xi rode the motorcycle very slowly, asking fishermen about the prices of fish along the way, and even haggling with them, so as not to draw the man's attention.
The man in the black suit noticed that someone was following him, and inevitably grew suspicious.
Wen Suihan's fist was already clenched tightly when Chen Xi suddenly took off his helmet and started arguing with a nearby fisherman.
Chen Xi was clearly doing it on purpose.
