Rainy night.
The streets were practically deserted.
However, Xu Wendong distinctly saw a black Mercedes S-Class luxury car parked in the shadows.
Such a car, worth millions, was a rare sight in Qingyuan, let alone on a night pouring with rain.
"If I'm not mistaken, when the Black Dragon Hall people attacked me under the overpass, a black Mercedes was parked in the distance."
Xu Wendong's eyes were deep, just as he had told Li Zhenfeng, he had a photographic memory. In an instant, he linked it to the black Mercedes he had encountered before.
"Is it the same Mercedes from before?"
"If so, why was it here?"
Xu Wendong furrowed his brows, vaguely feeling as if an invisible hand was controlling him. That sense of the unknown made him anxious and uneasy.
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Watching the police cars whiz by, Uncle Fu in the passenger seat excitedly exclaimed, "Miss really is a master of prediction!"
