The taxi was hidden under a tree, as if merging with the night.
A figure came from the roadside, looking around for a while before opening the car door and getting in, ensuring no one was following.
The cabin was filled with the smell of smoke.
Qin Hao extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray. "You took the time of two cigarettes."
Vini Jones looked slightly pale. "I made a mistake."
Qin Hao looked at the injury on her neck, already understanding what had happened.
He asked, "That guy, more formidable than expected, right?"
"Yes." Despite feeling very uncomfortable, Vini Jones nodded in acknowledgment. "His strength, even in Europe, is at the Celestial King level."
The so-called Celestial King is a leader-level existence in Europe, equivalent to the Grandmaster level domestically.
"Oh." Qin Hao nodded. Experts emerging from the military would hardly be lacking in skills.
