Qin Fan was unaware that the Qin family had investigated him. Even if he had known, he wouldn't have taken it seriously.
After leaving Qi Middle School, he started up the Bentley—so flashy the traffic police would never dare to pull it over—and sped toward the Ye Family mansion.
"The kid is on the move, driving a Bentley, at sixty km/h, coordinates northeast!" While Qin Fan leisurely enjoyed the instrumental music from the car's stereo and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a hooked-nosed man watched the speeding Bentley through binoculars from the rooftop of a tall building near Qi Middle School.
"Should we play with him first, or just finish him off?" No sooner had the hooked-nosed man spoken than a female voice came through his earpiece.
"Snipe him. The sooner it's done, the sooner we can retreat! Huaxia is not a safe place for us, so let's make it quick!" A somber voice laced with a thick killing intent came through the communication channel.
