"Master, go faster!"
Ye Xuan was edgy, always feeling that something was about to go wrong.
"Kid, we're already going over 150 yards, can't go any faster," said the taxi driver.
Ye Xuan frowned slightly and glanced back; the car was speeding so fast, yet not a single police car was in sight.
However, he clearly had no mind to ponder over this issue, as his phone rang. Ye Xuan immediately grabbed the black and white Nokia and glanced at it.
He thought it was Luo Wei calling, but the number displayed on the screen surprisingly belonged to Lu Miaochan.
"Miaochan, how's the situation over there?" Ye Xuan answered the call and asked.
