Wear leather shoes and tuck your clothes into your waistband.

There is also a bunch of keys hanging around his waist.

After doing all this, Wang Han's whole demeanor changed dramatically, and he looked like a greasy middle-aged man.

A hexagram that is completely unforgettable when thrown into a crowd.

Wang Han lit a cigarette.

Counting the time in my mind.

More than ten minutes later.

Wang Han stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Opened the front hood of the car.

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

A truck was driving towards Wang Han.

I slowed down when I saw the road was blocked.

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

He ran over and knocked on the car door.

The window was lowered. The driver, wearing a mask, put one hand on his waist and looked down at Wang Han, "Move the car."
Chapter completed!