Long Tian boarded a taxi and, as he sat down, said, "******** antique market."
The taxi driver nodded and drove away.
The engine hummed softly as the vehicle merged into the morning traffic, the city slowly passing by outside the window.
Long Tian, who had just sat down, noticed something as his gaze rested on the driver.
His lips slowly curled into a smile, and he let out a soft chuckle.
The driver's breathing was steady, but Long Tian could clearly sense the faint killing intent hidden within it.
It was subtle. Almost undetectable.
But to him, it was obvious.
Someone wanted him dead.
He pretended not to notice, closing his eyes as he began to think of who he had offended.
No one came to mind. He had always kept a low profile and erased any traces that could lead back to him.
He wanted to find out why the person wanted to kill him, so he went along with the act to see where the driver would take him.
