One by one, the cars gradually left the service area, heading onto the highway.
Leading the reconnaissance team at the head of the convoy were Tan Xiao and Brother Hui.
Tan Xiao, riding his beloved motorcycle, was weaving agilely among the vehicles. He was full of energy, keeping an eye on road conditions up ahead while also on the lookout for the thugs from yesterday.
Whether his vigilance worked, or whether Shen Mo had effectively scared them, they were surprisingly well-behaved and nothing suspicious occurred during the journey.
About an hour into their drive, as they were nearing Zhenjiang, they spotted clusters of figures on the road ahead.
Brother Hui was in the lead and saw them first.
"...Seems like dolls."
"Must be the guys from the food processing factory again. They keep pulling the same tricks. Those guys have too much time on their hands!"
"We stole their food, probably holding a grudge against us."
"Ignore them. Just drive straight through!"
