Congo
Tsk!~
Not only Ye Tong, but everyone else felt a phantom ache in their own heads just watching.
Had she trained in the Iron Head skill or something?
The two girls Doctor Li had brought along really were extraordinary. An ordinary girl would have suffered a concussion—or probably passed out—after a collision like that.
Yet the one before them continued playing on her phone as if nothing had happened.
Little Demoness Hong Li's head rested on Li Bai's shoulder as she let out a soft "zzzzZZZ" snore. Qingyao Demoness leaned against his other side, then turned around so her back rested against his shoulder. This time, it wasn't the back of her head hitting the truck, but her cheek.
The banging stopped, replaced by a smack!~
She was hitting her face against the truck's side panel, making a series of smacking sounds. Before long, the outline of a new cheek had appeared on it.
Tsk!
Wouldn't the truck hurt, taking that kind of beating?
Li Bai was on a publicly funded trip, while the two Demonesses who'd tagged along were paying their own way.
Since they were already footing the bill themselves, Ye Tong didn't have any objections.
The road was awful, and so was the truck. They could only ride in the truck bed, along with half a truckload of supplies.
This part of Congo was terribly poor. Neither Congo-Brazzaville nor the Democratic Republic of the Congo could produce enough food to feed themselves, and most of their consumption had to be imported.
Even so, hunger remained a yearly reality.
The team searching for Landon Hawkwell's treasure had no realistic way to obtain supplies locally.
Knock on a door and ask the locals for a drink of water...
Forget it!
Even if they gave you water, would you