Feng Mei Hiu felt his heartbeat racing twice it's usual speed, the car was dark and he was covered in Han Yichen's jacket which emitted his scent, coupled with the fact that he was laying down, this person obviously mistook him for Han Yichen. The threat on his life had his brain working fast, the alcohol induced fog in his brain clearing in an instant as he remained still while thinking of ways to survive.
"Any last words to say?" The man taunted pressing the gun firmly to his head.
"For somebody who's trying to assassinate me, you're awfully bad, it was foolish of you to think it was so easy to hack into my car's security system." Han Yichen's voice was it's usual arrogant tone, nobody heard him arrive but he stood with a gun on the assassin's head.
"How?" The man trembled lightly feeling the cold barrel of Han Yichen's gun on the back of his head.