Around the corner, two Toyota Reiz were the first to appear, followed closely by a fully-occupied Jinbei van that roared up, trailing exhaust fumes.
In the glare of the dazzling headlamps, Qin Fan squinted and smiled.
At another street corner, just as the three vehicles screeched to a halt, four anxious faces were seen running toward the bar.
Suddenly, Wang Dalu skidded to a halt, his voice trembling as he stared at the figure in the glare of the headlights. "Stop, stop—stop—stop!" he stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Li Qiuzhe, Zhu Houqing, and Wolf Bro of 709 asked in unison, stunned.
"Look, isn't that Old Fourth's back?" Wang Dalu asked, his voice filled with surprised delight as he pointed at the silhouette bathed in the car lights.
"Old Fourth's back?" Li Qiuzhe repeated. He shook his head hard and stared intently.
"No need to look, that's definitely Old Fourth! I recognize the clothes he was wearing today! Quick, let's go!" Zhu Houqing quickly confirmed.
