If nothing unexpected happened, a person like this would be someone who could live till his later years, which was rare in the underworld. This was because he himself is a traitor, and is clear on how to prevent others from betraying him.
“It’s a pity, you gave life to an idiot of a son.” Yang Chen softly muttered, closed the laptop, then memorized all the map details that Rose provided to him.
Downtown at night, like a bunch of glittering neon light, a clear distinction was formed in comparison to the public roads of the suburbs.
Half an hour later, Yang Chen stopped his BMW outside a little public park in Zhong Hai’s western suburbs, and in the surroundings were dilapidated residential areas. Chen Dehai’s private villa, was right beside a river pass one kilometre away. If he stopped the car too close, it would be difficult to conceal himself.
Yang Chen changed into a fitting black short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of blackish-brown trousers on his bottom. The cool wind of the night blew past, while Yang Chen hopped a few times, and made some strange stretching movements. His whole body gave out “Pi Pa Pi Pa” cracking sounds, and only about two minutes later, did he put an end to these movements.