Su Chen left the riverside.
It has to be said that today had been extremely thrilling. With just two races, he had won over ten billion RMB,
earning money seemed too easy.
While he wasn't short of money, such a large sum was excellent for him,
after all, Su Chen had countless brothers to feed and support in their cultivation.
Money was very important to them.
On the way back, Su Chen was in no hurry. He drove leisurely while humming a song.
But gradually, he sensed something amiss, because two cars had been following him all the while.
Hm?
Su Chen narrowed his eyes. Did he really have a tail? How recklessly ignorant!
Who could it be?
Could it possibly be one of Young Master Xu's men?
He had felt early on that Young Master Xu was a Mystic Rank martial artist, who had harbored murderous intent towards him in his gaze.
With that thought, he let out a cold chuckle and gradually slowed the car down.
