Xiao Yan recommended a few restaurants. The main reason was that the environment was good. There were private rooms and they would not be disturbed. Those who came to eat could not see each other when they entered or left.
"Sister Yan, you're familiar with the film studio, right?" Shi Qian asked.
"I've been here for two years. I guess I'm familiar with it."
In the dense traffic, a car had been following Shi Qian since her car left the hotel.
There were three men in the car. One had a black Angel of Death tattoo on his neck and another had large tattooed arms. The driver was wearing a hat. When he looked up, his eyes were cold. Even the bright lights didn't add any warmth to his eyes.
"Keep an eye on the target and don't delay too long," the driver said.
"A commission in the millions isn't worth that much of our time."
"The financier's request is very troublesome. He wants Shi Qian to go to jail as a murderer."
