Looking around in all directions, not to mention a sedan, there wasn't even the shadow of a single vehicle to be seen. This caught Zhang Xiaobei somewhat unprepared.
Clearly, he hadn't been very far from the sedan, and he should have been able to see it after turning the corner, but now, for some reason, the sedan had seemingly vanished into thin air.
Zhang Xiaobei had no choice but to ride his motorcycle a little further, yet he still found no trace of the sedan.
Helpless, Zhang Xiaobei had to turn around and head back to his original position.
He was well aware that if he continued to delay, with the sedan's speed, it would only get farther and farther from him.
That also meant that the chance of catching up with the criminal would slip farther and farther away from him.
Had he really failed just like that? At this moment, Zhang Xiaobei's forehead began to be slowly covered with a sheen of sweat from the urgency of the situation.
