The sun had almost set, and darkness was gradually descending upon the freeway.
The Wrangler parked in the middle of the road had been recharged, and only Chu Han was missing.
When Chu Han's figure was about to disappear amidst the thick grass, Zhao Zilong came to accompany him on his way back.
"Why you don't come with us?" Zhao Zilong tried to persuade him. He didn't know about Chu Han's plans, so he kept saying on their way, "Why go back when you are already here? You'll just waste your time and energy. There are no other cities close to Anluo."
Chu Han smiled but stayed silent. Finally, they arrived at their destination. Chu Han raised his head and looked at the blocked road. Fortunately, the sun's scorching hot rays had recharged the Wrangler. If not for that, he would have to wait one more day.
Chu Han opened the door and got on the vehicle, without any reluctance.
