They had left the city. The surroundings were eerily silent.
Under the guidance of the street lamps, two cars drove out of Jin City, one following another, moving at a very high speed.
An Ying looked at the night sky through the car window, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was strange, as if the air was filled with tension.
That night would be the stage for their final battle with the police.
He was very cautious and meticulous. He had been thinking of a plan to make sure he would not get caught.
Tian Danyue could sense the tension and clasped her fists several times nervously. Yet Huang He, who was sitting beside her, crossed his arms, leaned against the seat comfortably and actually went ahead to sleep.
He could really sleep in such an atmosphere?
Tian Danyue would frequently glance over at him.
Under the moving light rays, she couldn't see any expression on his face.
