Harry was not afraid that he would suddenly be attacked because throughout his life, he had been used to dealing with various criminals. However, he was curious, how did the criminal get into his car and what was the reason the criminal suddenly targeted him?
Harry smiled confidently, his left hand slowly removed the small knife from his slightly scratched neck. "Who sent you? Was it my father who ordered you to follow me all this time?"
The mysterious man finally removed the black mask covering his face. Harry looked at the man's face with a focused gaze through the rearview mirror.
"You must be one of my father's accomplices."
The man's eyes widened. "How do you know?"
Harry smiled a sly smile. "Because it couldn't have been Harris who sent you. He's not the kind of man who acts rashly in committing his crimes. You're also not Vivian's subordinate. The only person who's held a grudge against me for years is my father."
