The low-pressure top hat, the well-fitting black suit, and the shimmering glass of tequila all seemed incompatible with the noisy environment of the bar. With the sneer on his lips, in the dim corner, he seemed to be the master of this world, and no one could compete with him.
Suddenly there was a dim light in the corner where he was. He looked at the ring on his hand and curled his lips, stood up and left, while two people behind him followed quietly.
"Someone is following Mr. Meng!" A exclaimed.
"Mind your own business!" B said.
"I want to tell Mr. Ming——"
"What kind of accusation? Doesn't the Young Master Meng know this? Someone is going to suffer!" B said gloatingly.
Mr. Meng walked out of the bar, unlocked the car with the remote control, turned the earrings, listened to the message from the earrings, and looked at the sky. He glanced back and chuckled, "Four minutes. I believe it." He entered the parking lot, followed closely by the two people behind him.
Tracking A: "He stopped, that car - that car! That -"
Tracker B: "What's wrong? Isn't it just a car? A car?——"
"Crocodile of the Blue Sea!" The two people exclaimed, full of panic, and suddenly felt darkness in front of them.