It was also at this moment that Carl saw the reflection on the ground.
Seeing that the wooden stick was about to fall on the back of his head, Carl dodged.
Bang!
It hit nothing!
The person who ambushed Carl did not expect that Carl would notice him, nor did he expect that Carl would be so agile.
Just as Carl turned to counterattack, the person who ambushed Carl suddenly got into the back seat of the taxi.
Whoosh --
The car started the engine, and a cloud of dust rose in the air. The taillights disappeared into the night.
Carl narrowed his eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t hallucinating.
Someone had been watching him since he got off the plane.
Who were these people?
Over the years, Carl had offended a lot of people on the street. For a moment, he couldn’t figure out who these people were.
Carl walked around downstairs for a few rounds before returning to the apartment. He activated the apartment’s security system and heaved a sigh of relief.
On the other side.
China.
