After being beaten by Han Zheng, Deng Biao finally confessed honestly about the crime committed years ago. They had obtained Yan Luoxi's itinerary in advance. Snatching someone in public would be too conspicuous, so the initial plan was to knock out the driver.
Their plan was very successful. At that time, Uncle Zhou had a craving for a cigarette and went to a convenience store to buy some. Although that section of the road was a bustling area, the vicinity of the convenience store was unfortunately a blind spot for surveillance. Therefore, knocking out Uncle Zhou and replacing the driver became effortless.
Then it was a matter of shaking off the unknown vehicles tailing the car.
Han Zheng furrowed his eyebrows, "There were still cars following Yan Luoxi's car at that time?"
"Yes, two cars. They were disguised well and didn't appear to know each other." Deng Biao grinned painfully, his face beaten beyond recognition, seemingly in great pain.
