The outside wind brought in a trace of heat. The agarwood scent in the car dispersed a little.

The car was stable and comfortable.

The man inside was on the phone, revealing his sharp side profile.

No one noticed that in the side lane just one car away, there was a car to the left of the black Bentley.

A pair of hateful and bloodshot eyes stared in the direction of the black Bentley.

The woman took her phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Sloan, the time has come. Where are your people?”

There