The car rushed onto the street, sped forward a while, and the road forked. Little Ma hesitated, glanced at Luo Zheng, who was also unsure which way to go, and Xia Ma chose a path based on his intuition and continued to rush forward. After a while, the forks became more frequent, and where was the shadow of the suspicious target?
Luo Zheng had anticipated this result long ago. After all, the other party left a few minutes earlier, and this amount of time was enough to get far away with the car's speed. Choosing the wrong fork in the road and finding someone would be impossible. He was just somewhat unwilling. Seeing that they couldn't find anyone, he sighed helplessly and said, "Forget it, let's return to the Embassy."
