However, not knowing if he was lucky or not, the anchor that Zhao Yu had hoped for did not happen.
At around five in the afternoon, they arrived at the desert city of dilika.
Although the city was small, there were still some decent hotels and restaurants in the city because of the car races in the past.
Moreover, this place was under Morocco's control, so it was relatively safe.
Zhao Yu and his team could make some adjustments from there.
Along the way, the sun was scorching, the weather was hot, and the road was bumpy. Although they were in a Jeep, the four of them had suffered a lot.
Zhao Yu felt the worst. As the only man, he persevered through the entire journey. In the end, he felt that his butt was about to break.
What was even more unbearable was that the three ladies had been discussing and talking non-stop all the time, except for the afternoon nap they took in the car.
