When Xie Liuhai and his group fled from Jiefang City, it was already evening. They took a brief pause amid the twilight.
And then they started heading east. Dazui also picked himself up from the ground.
He didn't say much, but he didn't approach Xie Liuhai again.
Seeing Dazui's cautious demeanor, a hint of guilt rose in Xie Liuhai's heart, but it was fleeting.
He immediately shifted his focus. The sun had already set and they had not yet reached their destination.
There wasn't a single tall building nearby, only a few residential houses in this secluded place, and those were tile-roofed houses.
Surrounded by mountains and forests, this desolate place was pierced through by a national highway.
But because it was too remote.
After leaving Jiefang City, they had driven a car, but after less than 30 kilometers, they ran out of gasoline.
A car without gasoline is akin to scrap metal.
