Jia Baomo looked again in the direction the person pointed—across the river.
Indeed, on the opposite bank, after someone called the police, officers, firefighters, and towing trucks gathered to retrieve the submerged car.
Jia Baomo drove to the scene, got out of the car, squeezed into the crowd, and watched with all the other onlookers as the towing truck pulled the car from the river.
Under the lights at night, it wasn't Zhan Dapeng's Ferrari—it was an unfamiliar Audi, likely one of the cars that pursued the Ferrari.
Therefore, Jia Baomo's heart did not relax, because Zhan Dapeng's phone still hadn't connected.
If something didn't happen to Zhan Dapeng and the others, then where did they go?
Since even their own man, Lao Ba, suddenly lost track of Zhan Dapeng and Gu Nuan's whereabouts, their opponent must be even more confused.
Chairman Hong drove away from the accident site by the river, his brow furrowed the whole way.
