With the case handed over, Zhao Yuan took the White Cat and boarded the minibus with Ma Guotao.
The Audi sedan had been wrecked, and the driver was injured and had been taken to the hospital. The two of them had no choice but to squeeze onto the minibus with the main group. Fortunately, there were empty seats, so they didn't have to worry about finding a place to sit.
"Zhao Yuan, what did you tell the police just now?" Ma Guotao asked curiously.
Although he had been with Zhao Yuan when the crash occurred, he had been separated from him afterward by the crowd and the police. He hadn't seen Zhao Yuan chase down the truck driver, nor did he know that the crash was actually an assassination attempt. He still thought it was just an accident.
Zhao Yuan didn't tell him the truth, instead making up an excuse. "It was nothing. I just told them they really need to crack down on these truck drivers."
