On the main highway of the city, a sleek black sedan raced down the road, pushing its limits at maximum speed.
"Hello, Young Master Lin, we'll catch up to them soon," a woman said over the phone from the back seat. She had just relayed the frustrating news that they had lost sight of a black sports car, one that had proven faster than they had expected and had now disappeared from view.
The urgency of losing their prey weighed heavily on her, but the individuals they were tracking were likely transporting a patient to the nearest hospital.
All she needed to do was input the location of the closest medical facility into the GPS.
With a sigh, she ended the call, rubbing her forehead in frustration. The burden of responsibility felt immense, amplified by the pressure of pursuing a professor. Despite being one of Diego's skilled mercenaries, this particular mission felt especially taxing.
