More than ten hours after departing from Shanghai, the fat guy was still driving, speeding non-stop, violating traffic rules endlessly, occasionally using some bizarre techniques to shake off traffic police along the way. He seemed to be enjoying himself as if playing Grand Theft Auto—completely carefree.
The rest of the occupants in the car didn't seem tired either. This level of bumping and jostling on the road meant nothing to them. However, after digesting the news brought back by Mr. Su Bai and collectively analyzing and speculating about it, the car fell silent as everyone but the fat guy, who was driving, grew pensive.
In the past, although they had wondered about the nature of the mysterious broadcast, when the truth finally presented itself, they found themselves unprepared to accept it. Yet it hardly mattered anymore. Things wouldn't change based on anyone's emotional inclinations, especially when it involved interdimensional matters.
