Hong Zhongkai was somewhat angry.
As a former elite soldier, he had countless experiences in tracking, assassination, and other missions.
Even if he hadn't carried out a mission for many years.
He believed his skills certainly wouldn't deteriorate.
But today, he made a mistake.
Because the prey was extremely important, he had to adopt a reckless tracking method.
But unexpectedly, the prey, for some reason, stopped the car by the roadside.
At that moment, Hong Zhongkai was already exposed and had to brace himself, pretending to be a passerby and drive forward.
For now, it seemed that car hadn't followed. Perhaps, everything was calm.
"He shouldn't have discovered me. My tracking skills won't fail."
Hong Zhongkai tried to comfort himself, but the anger in his heart couldn't extinguish.
He hated his own weakness, hated Qin Hao's existence.
Hated the fact that earlier, while driving, just because Qin Hao looked at him, he got a bit flustered.
