The convoy did not move very fast. The road was rough and uneven, making it feel like they were riding in a rocking car. Fortunately, although these vehicles had been procured in haste, their quality was excellent, and they were all off-road models. None of them broke down.
Following the lead vehicle, there was hardly any road to speak of. More than twenty vehicles simply proceeded in a line, one after another.
Under the night sky, the headlights cast their beams far ahead, yet all they revealed was desolation, with barely any vegetation in sight.
Of course, there were still Small Animals, but they were scarce. Every so often, startled by the sound of the vehicles, glowing eyes flashed in the distance. No one knew what animals they belonged to.
At this point, Ouyang Ruo Xi had returned to Chen Mo's vehicle. The two of them sat in the same car, with Chen Mo still driving.
His own car had been left at the Ouyang Family estate. The vehicle he was driving now had been assigned to him by the Ouyang Family. The back seat and trunk were crammed full of supplies—food, water, tents, and all sorts of things needed for an expedition.
Chen Mo continued driving at the very back of the convoy. As the car swayed along, he said to Ouyang Ruo Xi, "Ruo Xi, has our Grand Aunt figured out who attacked the convoy?"
Ouyang Ruo Xi gave Chen Mo a sideways glance. "She's my Grand Aunt."
For a moment, Chen Mo had a head full of black lines. Come on, did she not understand the important part? He wanted to ask who had attacked the convoy, not who her aunt was. Still, seeing the faintly curled-up corners of Ouyang Ruo Xi's lips, he felt happy inside.