After doing all this, Wang Han's entire aura changed tremendously, and he looked like a greasy middle-aged man.

The hexagram that I can't remember at all when I threw it into the crowd.

Wang Han lit a cigarette.

Calculate time in my mind.

More than ten minutes later.

Wang Han parked his car in the middle of the road.

Opened the front cover of the car.

The gloves were covered with motor oil, pretending to be repairing the car.

A truck drove towards Wang Han.

After seeing the road blocked, the speed slowed down.

Wang Han raised his arms and waved his hands, as if he had seen a savior.

Run over and knock on the car door.

The car window lowered, the driver was wearing a mask, pressing his waist with one hand, looking down at Wang Han, "Move the car away."
Chapter completed!