"I thought you were in a hurry and didn't want to delay you," said the taxi driver.
Li Feng's smile widened on his face, a hint of tease in his voice:
"Oh, so you're quite the good Samaritan among China's taxi drivers. I've never come across one like you before. But it's late; aren't you afraid I might be a robber? Ordinary drivers don't have the guts you do."
Hearing Li Feng's words, the young driver's expression turned even stranger, as he replied:
"Big brother, don't scare me. I'm just a small-time taxi driver with no money. What's the use in robbing me?"
Li Feng only responded with a scornful smile and remained silent.
The young man, seeing the smile on Li Feng's face, felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
"How did you figure it out?"
The young man's voice was very low, like a disturbed beast.
At this point, the young man no longer continued to chase the minivan in front of them, instead, he drove toward a small grove.
"Where is this?"
