A sapphire blue Buick was slowly driving eastward along the narrow street, its speed nearly as slow as walking. Fortunately, it wasn't rush hour, so the traffic on this small street wasn't heavy. The two-lane distance was still enough for the cars behind to overtake, although honking and the cursing of drivers could be heard from time to time.
"Driving at such a slow speed is affecting the normal driving order of others. It's against traffic regulations too." The person in the Buick had his hand on the steering wheel, looking around as if searching for an address or a person, muttering under his breath.
"Shut up!" The man behind him shouted fiercely and then rolled down the window a bit, allowing the wind to enter the car. The light in the car made it easier for him to see outside. "Damn it, is the information reliable?" the man asked the driver outside.
"Boss, the information is definitely reliable. That woman comes to this beautician's shop every morning without fail."
