I hated rain. It made me feel stifled.
It made my already tense nerves even more strained.
I followed Song Xiaotian's car, keeping some distance between us. I didn't dare let him notice me, or let anyone from the organization notice me, but I was also afraid of losing him.
The rain gradually grew heavier, and the windshield wipers swung back and forth nonstop. The weather reduced visibility, which worked in my favor: I was less likely to attract attention.
But we were only halfway back to the city when Song Xiaotian suddenly called me.
I didn't know how he had spotted me.
"Why the hell are you following me? Are you some kind of stalking pervert?"
"How did you spot me?"
I couldn't help feeling surprised. I'd clearly kept my distance.
"Are you an idiot?"
Song Xiaotian snapped, "You've been following right behind me, you're driving Meng Yifan's car, and you called me earlier. And you're asking how I spotted you?"
Well, this was awkward.
But there wasn't anyone else I could borrow a car from.
I'd borrowed Meng Yifan's because I was afraid the organization would recognize mine.
"You're in danger tonight."
I told him the truth. "The organization is planning to ambush you. They might make their move before you reach the city."
Just as expected, he immediately got cocky. "Ha! Ambush me? Let's see if they've got three heads and six arms, or if they're Sun Wukong reincarnated! They must be tired of living!"
"Since they know how formidable you are and still dare to ambush you, they must have prepared something," I warned him. "Don't let your guard down."
"All right, got it."
He put down his phone, but didn't hang up.
We drove a little farther and entered the outskirts. The city was still