Li Xinyue sat in Li Yifei's car, initially focusing intently on the two vehicles of the criminals, but as Li Yifei drove at breakneck speed, nearly colliding with other cars several times, her heart leaped to her throat. Yet after a while, she noticed they were gradually falling behind the criminals' vehicles and couldn't help urging anxiously, "Brother Li, hurry up, we're being left behind."
In a calm tone, Li Yifei said, "Now we need to let them think they've shaken off the police, only then will they make their next move. They can't possibly keep driving these two police vans forever. If they don't believe they've lost the police, they'll just stay in these two vehicles. Even if they run out of gas and we manage to stop them, we still can't do anything since they have hostages."
Li Xinyue, worried, asked, "But if we can't catch up to them, what if they manage to get away later on?"
"They won't, I know where they are heading," Li Yifei said with a faint smile on his face.
