Go!

The scene shifted to Yimo.

The Rain Emperor was wrapped in a thick padded coat, shivering from the cold. Looking at Yimo, who was concentrating on driving the Off-Road Vehicle beside him, he couldn't help saying, "Hey!"

"I'm talking to you, old man!"

"Can't you turn the heat up a little?"

"What good does it do you to freeze me to death?"

Yimo didn't even look at the Rain Emperor. He said indifferently, "Do you know how much gas running the heat uses?"

"Even though I brought all the gasoline, we still have to use it sparingly."

"I'm already being nice by keeping it on the lowest setting. Don't be so picky."

"Achoo!" The Rain Emperor sneezed and furrowed his brow, saying with great displeasure, "What are you talking about?"

"Old man, you've been driving around here for a whole day!"

"If you're really trying to save gas, wouldn't it be better to park somewhere?"

"Wait!"

"You can't actually drive, and you've been driving around here to practice, can you?"

"By the way, it's almost eight o'clock."

"It's about time to vote. Who are we voting for today?"

"Who do you think looks like the Traitor?"

Yimo had been driving around aimlessly near the base all day, mostly taking the same routes over and over.

He hadn't gone to the ravine and chain bridge by the Red Team Base, nor had he gone toward the supplies.

On the one hand, he had another purpose.

On the other hand, Yimo didn't dare go.

He was afraid Tianqi and Lucky One had obtained some Special Item or an extremely powerful weapon and would take him out with a sneak attack.

Yimo thought there was a chance the supplies included a rocket launcher or an anti-materiel firearm.

Yimo figured it was about time.