Dusk had fallen, and a Lincoln car sped out of the old residence's parking lot.
Shang Yu gently rolled up his sleeves in the back seat, his handsome profile engulfed in an aura of chill and sternness.
The man driving was Zuo Xuan, speeding swiftly, deftly weaving through the traffic on the road.
Along the way, he listened to the reports in his earpiece and then raised his eyes towards the rearview mirror, "Boss, Liuyun and their car lost contact after entering the mountain tunnel."
...
Half an hour earlier, Li Qiao was en route to Paibo Manor.
The journey was smooth and unobstructed, with no abnormalities occurring.
However, as her car entered the mountain tunnel, Li Qiao's mobile phone suddenly received a WeChat message from Tang Yiting.
The signal in the tunnel seemed very weak, just a picture and a location coordinate.
Li Qiao only glanced at it once, then abruptly said to Liuyun, "Stop the car."
