Wu Qi's RV was making its way deeper into Orange Isle, and the bent-over Li Huowang peered out the window at the pitch-dark unfinished buildings surrounding them.
The puddles on the ground and the randomly placed construction materials had already slowed down the speed of the RV. The high beams of the headlight shone out, coating the road ahead with a layer of white.
Li Huowang wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he thought he saw a shadow flit through the unfinished building, yet he didn't feel as if anyone was watching him.
About five minutes later, the rolling tires gradually came to a halt.
"Look at this crappy place you found, it's so hard to drive in, and it's scratching my car paint," Wu Qi said unhappily as she pushed open the door of the driver's cab.
"Sister Wu, how many hands has this car changed? Are there still scratches on the car paint?" Qing Wanglai had just gotten out of the car and dodged a kick from Wu Qi by stepping to the left.
