Wei Tianyang drove north for more than ten miles, thinking he would be intercepted by the Libitelli Defense Army, but he encountered no army along the way.
The scenery outside the window moved swiftly backward, but since the experience last night, Wei Tianyang now felt that the car was really slow!
The speedometer showed that the speed had reached about 60, almost the limit of this sedan, but compared to his own superpower acceleration, it was not enough.
Fujiwara Makoto was sound asleep in the back seat, Zhao Ling was sitting in the passenger seat. She tied up her long hair, buttoned up her jacket, and managed herself well, staring at the signal icon on her phone.
"We are about to leave the city," Wei Tianyang said, seeing the farm he had visited last night rapidly receding in the window.
"Chen Ran is still here, don't let your guard down," Zhao Ling reminded.
