Jiang Fan didn't need to use his eyes to observe. Lang Qing's super sense of smell would tell him the distance and direction of the stalker anytime and anywhere.

When the night darkens completely and the neon lights flash.

Jiang Fan had already sat on the bus for a long time, but finally returned to the entrance of the city center hospital.

Jiang Fan got out of the car and walked westward along the road with a leisurely expression.

When passing by a small alley, he turned around and walked in leisurely.

The black Passat stopped steadily at the entrance of the alley.

The window was lowered, and the man in the car took off his sunglasses and stared at the dim street lights in the alley. He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and got out of the car.

The man was about 1.70 meters tall and had a very ordinary appearance. He was the type who would disappear immediately if thrown into a crowd.

But the man's eyes were extremely sharp, and from time to time, several frightening cold gleams would flash through the darkness.

In the darkness, the man's figure walked deeper into the alley, but he didn't make any sound.

An old street lamp that was in disrepair flickered on and off. Under the street lamp was a dirty trash can.

Suddenly, the man's footsteps stopped, and as he flipped his wrist, three black shurikens were clasped in his palm.

Behind the man, in the darkness, Jiang Fan's figure slowly walked out with a smile.

Before Jiang Fan could speak, the corners of the man's mouth were slightly raised.
Chapter completed!