The rain had stopped. Chen Chuan dragged Tan Wang by the leg from the lakeside and tossed him beside a sedan.
The drivers of the two cars had already fled.
They were just ordinary people; he had no intention of harming them. In fact, this was perfect—it let the two of them carry the news back.
He first checked the cars, inside and out, as well as the immediate vicinity. Then he walked over to a phone booth at the edge of the park, inserted a coin, and dialed a number. Afterward, he returned and leaned against the car to wait.
About ten minutes later, a silver-gray sedan pulled up. Its headlights cut sharply through the darkness. The car stopped a short distance away. A door opened, and Gao Ming stepped out.
