Watching Li Shuaizhen and Chen Da's figures heading toward the rogue inn, several girls in their eyes revealed a hint of admiration, yet at this moment, at the end of the highway, a point of light rapidly approached from the distance, the roar of an engine thundering through the normally quiet desert night.
Chen Da quickly pulled Li Shuaizhen back. On national highway 217 at this time of night, there was scarcely any traffic, so the sudden appearance of an extraordinary off-road vehicle might well be related to the inn's occupants.
They had once speculated that this group might be the real poaching gang in No Man's Land. Compared to them, their false falcon-smuggling roles seemed somewhat inferior.
In fact, this afternoon, when Chen Da had a spare moment, he had been covertly observing these people and could even say they had given him quite a bit of inspiration.
