Meanwhile, Leo Hall had been following that Santana for over three hours, noticing that they hadn't left the city but were taking the secluded routes.
These routes had no surveillance, yet they seemed to know the way well, clearly indicating they'd done this many times before.
He rubbed his smooth chin, keeping a close watch on the car a hundred meters ahead, not frowning.
"I wonder how the little brat is doing now."
There weren't many cars here; the area was remote and deserted, and if he got too close with his car, those people would definitely spot him.
For now, he could only follow them from a distance.
After trailing for a bit more, the Santana suddenly came to a slow stop.
The two people in front got out of the car, with one cursing loudly and giving an earful to the person who stepped out from the passenger seat.
It seemed like the car was out of fuel.
"Just perfect, the little brat got lucky today."
