The car veered off the highway at the junction and took a different route, heading towards the new industrial park in the eastern part of Zhonghai City.
Upon reaching an expansive, abandoned industrial area, Yang Chen slowed down the car and parked it by the muddy roadside. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, leaned against the car, and gazed in the direction he had come from.
Not far away, a black Honda Accord also came to a silent stop. Shortly after, four rough-looking men of different heights, builds, and appearances got out of the car. Their gazes towards Yang Chen were filled with ill intentions, even a hint of aggression.
"How did you discover us?" one of them, dressed in a flashy shirt with dark skin, asked.
"The sixth sense of a man," Yang Chen grinned.
The man in the flashy shirt furrowed his brow in confusion and asked, "If you knew we were following you, why did you bring us here? Did you think changing the route would make us lose track of you?"
