"What? Mister?" The driver had obviously heard brother Jue's words, and the latter's tone and voice clearly indicated that he was talking to the driver. The driver could not have remained unmoved."Are you talking to me?"
"That will depend on what 'I' you are referring to ..." Feng bujue spread his arms and collapsed in the back seat. He looked at the rear-view mirror and said,"are you referring to a normal taxi driver? Or is he referring to Bruce Wayne? Or ... Was he referring to Batman? Hehe ... Which one do you think is the real you?"
The car started to speed up, but the driver stepped on the gas pedal not because he was nervous. He did it on purpose.
"It seems like you know more than I expected ..." The second time he spoke, the driver's voice and tone had changed. It became deep and cold.
"The same goes for you," Feng bujue said."Looks like you've heard the recording of my conversation with doctor Quinn and have found a lead that can track me down ..."
