It was the time when spring warmed the earth, yet No Man's Land showed no sign of spring, mainly lacking that touch of green from the springtime of the inland.
All there was to see was the yellow sand and faces dyed yellow by the sand.
The convoy entering the City that Never Sleeps consisted of five vehicles, which differed from the off-road teams Ren He had imagined; these vehicles were mostly privately modified pickups, with worn-out exteriors and windows that would rumble noisily when jostled, looking as though they were on the verge of falling apart, yet somehow, they never did.
For some reason, these dilapidated pickups exuded a desolate and robust aura of their own, which harmonized with the Desert's solitary vastness.
Having a supercar appear in this place would be nonsensical; it seemed as though only this kind of beaten-up pickup could survive here.
