C575 Assassins

He looked at the time and saw that Lu Xueqing was getting off work. There was less than an hour left before Qin Chuan drove slowly towards the building materials of Luliang. However, he did not notice that a black Buick had unknowingly followed behind his car.

Beep! Beep!

Qin Chuan pressed the horn a few times, but the traffic in front of him still did not budge.

"What's going on? Usually