In the early hours of Kun City, there were fewer vehicles on the roads.
A car sped through the streets, flying through alleys and passageways.
No matter how the car turned, the Hummer behind it chased at a steady speed, unable to be shaken off.
The flat-headed man's driving skills were obviously no match for Lin Fan's.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Yun Qingyao looked uncertain and surprised, "How did he find me so quickly?"
Suddenly realizing something, she quickly searched herself with her hands, from head to toe, not missing a single spot, until her hand paused at the hem of her clothes, where she found a small hard lump.
Yun Qingyao asked the flat-headed man for a knife, directly cut open the hem of her clothes, and took out a component the size of a button.
"What is this?" The flat-headed man asked curiously.
Yun Qingyao replied angrily, "A tracker! I didn't expect him to put a tracker on me!"
