His gaze was locked onto the man in the wheelchair, almost certain that person was the mastermind!
His expression was as cold as the air mass in Siberia, with eyes that seemed to flicker with firelight. He quietly clenched his fist, gripping it tightly.
Damn it.
God knows how much he wants to just pull out the gun and give that man one shot, but no, he must at least uncover the other's identity; if he solves it, he should take down the opponent's lair completely, rather than just eliminate one person and give them a chance to resurrect.
"Yes." Huo Yi's heart was pounding, and he also realized the mysterious figure behind the scenes finally appeared.
He picked up his mobile phone, adjusted the camera, aimed at the opponent's face, and snapped a shot.
Just after he took the shot, the opponent seemed to suddenly realize something, abruptly turned his head, and his gaze pierced through the heavy crowd, looking towards their vehicle!
"Huo Yi, did you get it?"
"Got it."
