Sun Hang confessed that his will was indeed weak—yet he chose to leave a comfortable life behind and come to these desolate mountains to act like a troublemaker; perhaps he really was kicked by a donkey in the head.
Starting the car, shifting gears, turning the steering wheel, making a U-turn... Sun Hang hadn't driven more than 100 meters before he saw a road sign resembling the one he saw earlier.
However, the words on the sign gave Sun Hang a sense of "searching far and wide only to find it easily."
"Shuzhou direction, 200 kilometers."
Beneath these big words, there was a line of smaller text: "15 kilometers to Highway 4218."
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Highway 4218.
The last remaining vehicle, Number Three, raced along the winding mountain road, with the remaining team members gathered inside the transport compartment, their expressions uncertain.
