Lian Ziqiong: "What is it? Why the rush?"
Luo Fan: "Where is the Supreme Convoy right now?"
Lian Ziqiong: "What are you planning to do!?"
Luo Fan: "Don't misunderstand. I need the Supreme Convoy's help with something. More precisely, I want to make a deal."
Silence. After their brief exchange, Lian Ziqiong went silent.
Clearly, Luo Fan and the Supreme Convoy had fallen out completely last time, nearly reaching the point of fighting to the death. With Luo Fan suddenly asking about the Supreme Convoy's whereabouts now, it was no wonder Lian Ziqiong instinctively thought he wanted revenge.
Luo Fan said nothing more. Though he was anxious, he waited patiently.
Clearly, Lian Ziqiong would not decide on her own whether to meet him. She was probably asking Cheng Hu what he thought.
Fortunately, the wait was not long. About two minutes later, Lian Ziqiong replied, giving Luo Fan a set of coordinates.
With the Supreme Convoy's coordinates in hand, Luo Fan climbed onto his motorcycle again.
"Luo Fan, where are you going?"
Ai Si's death had left everyone in the Hope Convoy in a somber mood. Suddenly seeing Luo Fan get onto his motorcycle, Zhao Chunfeng hurriedly asked.
"I'm going to find Rose!"
Leaving those words behind, Luo Fan started the engine and rode straight toward the Supreme Convoy.
Whenever Luo Fan had gone off alone before, An Xiaoran would tug on his clothes, insisting on coming along.
This time, however, An Xiaoran merely watched him leave in silence, with no intention of bothering him.
With the motorcycle's throttle still twisted all the way, Luo Fan could feel the icy wind blowing into his face.
But no matter how cold the wind was, it could not extinguish the fury surging in his heart.
Before dying, Ai Si had asked