Chapter 368 Informant

Quentin Hagsk leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette, occasionally glancing around, his face showing impatience.

"Thud, thud..." A comrade hiding in the car knocked on the window and pointed at his watch, "Quentin, wasn't it supposed to be at 9 o'clock? It's already 9:10."

"I called him on his cell, he didn't answer. Let's wait another ten minutes; if that bastard gets too scared, we'll head to the bar." Quentin Hagsk was also getting restless, having arrived at 8:40 to set up the stakeout, and had already been waiting for half an hour.

"Woo woo..."

Just then, a Mercedes G500 drove by, catching Quentin Hagsk's attention.

He didn't think it was Luke's car, just attracted by the luxury vehicle's rough, domineering appearance.

However, to his surprise, the car pulled over, the driver's door opened, and a man in a black leather jacket with black hair stepped out.