Seeing the silhouette that climbed over the wall, Rip, hiding in the car, revealed a sinister grin. "Little bastard, I've finally caught you!"
He pulled out the pistol from his lower back, thought carefully, and then placed it back in the car, before drawing a dagger.
The night in Baytown was too quiet, once a gunshot rang out, it would surely draw the attention of others, and the dense trees in the mountains made the night vision even worse, making the knife more convenient than a gun.
Most importantly, Rip intended to vent his frustration thoroughly after getting the information he wanted.
He opened the car door, got out, and quietly followed the distant figure, one in front, one behind, Rip carefully maintaining his distance.
On the road, he noticed that the skinny figure in front would often stop and pretend to casually scan the surroundings.
"Truly a child."
Rip's face was full of mockery.
"Late at night, doesn't that posture of yours raise even more suspicion?"
