Yang Yong also returned to the farm vehicle.
Mang Dabiao leaned over, looking curious.
Yang Yong briefly recounted what had just happened.
There were no questions, no hesitation.
Mang Dabiao simply turned the vehicle around at once and sped toward the city.
It was noon now.
Arriving a minute sooner meant entering the city a little earlier.
Entering the city earlier meant a little more hope of escaping before the sun went down.
If...
They were trapped in the city at night, everyone who went in would truly have only a slim chance of survival.
During the day, there was still a sliver of a chance of getting out unscathed.
Mang Dabiao knew that.
There was only one thing it could do now...
Give everything it had to get Yang Yong to the edge of that city as fast as possible.
The wheels ground against the road with a harsh screech.
The other vehicles did the same.
All of them raced forward at full throttle.
The roar of engines echoed between heaven and earth, like some dull, frantic heartbeat.
The entire convoy was silent.
Except for the bus.
Inside the bus, Driver Old Zhao stood at the front.
He had neither returned to his seat nor taken the wheel.
He had handed it over to someone else.
Right now, he had something more important to say.
"The convoy urgently needs fever medicine."
Old Zhao said gravely, "There's very likely some in the city ahead. The three Sequence Transcendents in our convoy have decided to go into the city to gather medicine."
He paused there.
His gaze slowly swept across every face in the bus.
"Does anyone want to go with them?"
The instant he finished speaking, the atmosphere inside the bus changed.
It wasn't an awkward silence.
Everyone had made