373, Alarm, that touch of murderous intent

Outside the door stood a taxi, Song Qinghuan didn't think twice, she pulled open the taxi door and got in: "Drive, to the Half Mountain Villa area!"

Because of Song Qiliang's pursuit from behind, she didn't pay much attention, and hence, did not notice that this taxi had no license plate.

But even if it was safe, how many people would pay attention to whether or not a taxi had a license plate when hailing one?

When Song Qinghuan got into the car, she was panting heavily. Not until the taxi had left the Song Family residence far behind, did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After catching her breath, she then glanced at the driver next to her.

Although the driver was sitting down, it was apparent that he was a tall man. He was wearing a black tracksuit, his face obscured by black sunglasses and a mask, making it impossible to discern his appearance. His hand, resting on the steering wheel, was covered with dark spots and had only four fingers.