Duanmu Yang, accompanied by Lin Xue, was seated in a Jeep, driving on the rugged roads of Cong City.
Lin Xue held a box in her arms, seemingly containing something important, maintaining a solemn expression.
Apart from the driver, there were two other military personnel in the car, yet they were not soldiers of Yunren Country; their attire was similar to the locals of Cong City.
Duanmu Yang suddenly instructed, "How far is it to Mengge Town from here?"
"Still a few hours by car," a soldier responded.
"Speed up," Duanmu Yang demanded, his face serious.
"Yes!"
During the journey, Lin Xue looked around solemnly, as if guarding against something.
Duanmu Yang seemed to discern Lin Xue's intent and chuckled, "Relax, there's no danger."
"Leader, aren't we being too risky? This is not Yunren Country, after all."
Duanmu Yang shook his head, "Don't overthink it, things here aren't as complicated as you imagine."
