The vehicle passed the checkpoint and stopped in front of Maoshan.
Chen Chuan said to Zhan Jiyue, "Old Zhan, there may be some unusual changes in the mountains later. Don't worry about them—I'll handle it. If I need your help, I'll send a signal."
Zhan Jiyue indicated that he understood.
He knew this type of anomaly was not an attacking one. It merely held a strong attraction for ordinary people and should not pose much threat to Chen Chuan or Fighters like them. Even if Chen Chuan called him in, it would probably only be for some supporting work.
Chen Chuan got out of the vehicle and headed up the mountain alone.
The driver sat in the cab and watched Chen Chuan's figure recede, soon disappearing into the shade of the woods. He felt somewhat uneasy. He had not gone into Hai Family Restaurant earlier, but he could hear the sounds coming from inside. He kept feeling that the world had become absurd and strange, as though he was about to no longer recognize it.
He subconsciously reached for a cigarette, only to halt halfway through the motion.
Zhan Jiyue glanced at him and said, "It's fine. Go ahead and smoke."
The driver still held himself back. He was a professional, after all, and would not do anything his superior disliked. After withdrawing his hand, he suddenly sighed.
Zhan Jiyue asked, "What is it?"
The driver said, "Sir, I just regret that we may never get to eat Hai Family Restaurant's food again. Their pepper soup and braised chicken were really authentic."
Zhan Jiyue said, "You already got to eat it for two extra years."
The driver gave an "Ah," then thought for a moment before turning back. "Sir, I saw the news. Executing those people was really satisfying. I