The convoy sped away from the Spring City Outer District at an incredible pace.
Seeing that no battle occurred, Li Qiang and Zhang Lei both let out a long, relieved sigh, a hint of relaxation spreading across their faces. In stark contrast to their ease, Liu Haofeng's brows were tightly knit, the worry etched there palpable. He felt with increasing certainty that this mission was not going to be so simple.
Chen Pingchuan was the most emotionally stable of the group. Indifferent to the changes outside, he simply focused on continuously lifting the Xuan Iron dumbbell in his hand. Due to the limited space within the SUV, this was the only primitive way he could slowly recover his strength attribute. During breaks, he would also try to meditate, and though the effects were marginal, it was progress nonetheless.
