Yang Yi never thought that one day he could rely on a taxi driver to get him out of danger.
No matter who's chasing him, having a taxi take him away seems not only unreliable but also a bit laughable.
But if it only costs fifteen hundred US Dollars to escape a pursuit, Yang Yi is, of course, willing. He is very willing.
It's somewhat interesting.
Yang Yi immediately took out another thousand dollars, and that black driver snatched the money even faster.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Just don't let the cops catch up!"
"I don't see any police cars."
"It's the FBI..."
The driver seemed very surprised, but it wasn't the kind of surprise that frightened him, but rather a sincere admiration for Yang Yi.
"What did you do? Oh, hey hey, man, don't tell me, I don't want to be your accomplice, or be seen as harboring a criminal, but whatever you did, you won't whip out a gun on me, right?"
Yang Yi shrugged, "Man, could you drive a bit faster while chatting?"
