In the middle of the night, the Jeep sped along the dark highway.
It was a large Jeep with three rows of seats, spacious enough. Neon was in the third row, curled up in a sleeping bag, with the seat cushion under him. Fortunately, the road was smooth and the vehicle drove steadily, allowing him to drift off to sleep easily.
Jintan Shun was in the second row, sitting cross-legged, smoking a cigar, and gazing at the starry night sky, posing as a melancholic poet.
From Shu, they took a plane to the Inner Mongolia Capital, and then a car to the Mongolian border. This night's journey spanned half of Hua Country at least.
Tulip was silently driving.
No need to worry about her stamina or focus. For a gourmet hunter of this level, driving continuously for seven days and nights, without sleep, held no fear of sudden accidents.
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