Upon hearing this, Ning Fan glanced at the driver, having a hunch that the bearded man was the one following them today.
"After all, after tonight, he'll be a dead man."
Ning Fan withdrew his gaze, looking out the car window, "Seems like we're heading to the outskirts."
The scar-faced man chuckled, "The air is nice in the outskirts. Our boss has an estate here."
"You're right, the outskirts are indeed a good place."
Noticing Ning Fan's eerie smile, the scar-faced man, who was about to say something, inexplicably felt uneasy as if his body lacked strength.
"Probably over-exerted myself yesterday."
Recalling last night's indulgence, the scar-faced man shook his head, shaking off the illusion.
About forty minutes later, the vehicle entered an estate with a garden.
Vast and sparsely populated, this was the only villa within miles.
"Truly a good place."
Getting out of the car, Ning Fan took a deep breath; indeed, the air in the outskirts was fresher than in the city.
