Bab 1217: Back of His Ears Were Red

Naturally, the car in front that was being chased quickly disappeared without a trace.

In the car, Song slammed on the steering wheel:

"Sh*t! Who the f*ck are they?"

They were about to catch the femme fatale that had been giving the police a headache for many years. In the end, it was all for nothing.

After the red car left, those cars with fake license plates left instantly.

They came and disappeared without a trace.

And they were all cars with fake license plates. There was no way to find out.

The anger in his chest burned up, almost to the point of bursting out of his throat.

The foreign man in the front passenger seat sighed and tried to comfort him:

"Forget it, forget it. If the femme fatale could be caught so easily, then she wouldn't be the femme fatale anymore!"

This is probably the meaning of how good things are worth the wait!