Li Xiaoqiang had just climbed over the courtyard wall and chosen a quiet street, making a swift escape.
In a restaurant not far from the villa, Zhao Bin watched the cursor on his laptop and a cold smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.
He said in a deep voice, "Just as I expected, this guy is making a run for it in the cover of darkness."
The man next to Zhao Bin frowned and asked, "Bin, what do we do now?"
Zhao Bin scoffed and replied, "Don't you know me by now? Playing this cat and mouse game is the most fun."
Having said that, he stood up and walked out of the restaurant.
As he walked, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, lit it up, and inhaled deeply before saying, "Let's go, let's see how this mouse tries to escape the palm of our hand."
A group of men got into a car and chased in the direction Li Xiaoqiang had run off.
Li Xiaoqiang ran, the sound of the wind whooshing past his ears, the night air somewhat cool.
