In Hong Kong, winter sunrise was at 6:10 AM. Right now, it was around four in the morning, the darkest hour of the day.
Although headlights flickered in the rearview mirror, they were several kilometers behind, and the walkie-talkie signal was weak.
Yet Huo Qi's voice came through clearly, and the shots fired a moment ago had come from the roadside. How could he be here? Where was he?
Chapter 472