After being enhanced, the cars were fast enough that they were expected to reach Jiangbei in under two hours.
Exhausted after a long night, Jiang Chen reclined in his seat and rested with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile, the psychiatric patients and ghosts in the cars were all on pins and needles, feeling prickles down their backs and treading on thin ice, exercising the utmost caution.
They were terrified that this madman would do something horrifying again.
In a patch of woods outside an old village deep in the mountains.
More than twenty young people in black combat uniforms, their faces still somewhat youthful, crouched there.
Each faced a different direction, watching their surroundings. One person in the middle had lit a stick of black incense, which gave off wisps of bluish smoke and seemed to serve some special purpose.
"It's been almost ten minutes. Why hasn't Grandmaster Zhou come back?" someone asked quietly.
"Could something have happened?"
"Should we try contacting him?"
"What should we do? Keep waiting, or pull out...?"
Gazes from throughout the group turned toward a young man and a woman at the very front.
"Xiaodong, Sister Qin, what should we do?"
The woman they called Sister Qin was the oldest person present, looking almost thirty. At their question, she glanced around, somewhat hesitant.
The young man's brows were tightly furrowed as well. He was none other than Jiang Chen's former classmate, Zhao Xiaodong.
A moment later, it was actually the younger Zhao Xiaodong who spoke first. "Did you forget what Grandmaster Zhou told us before he left? If he's safe, he'll contact us himself."
"Do not contact Grandmaster Zhou. Start counting down the seconds, too. As soon as ten minutes are up, retreat immediately and report the situation here to the branch office. Then split