On the highway, traffic jammed, and it lasted for over half an hour.
A crimson Ferrari stood out among hundreds of other cars.
The window rolled down, and the young man inside, with a defiant face, showed clear signs of impatience.
He reached for a lighter, then a packet of cigarettes, opened it, and found it empty. Hou Muyan cursed softly.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, picked a black BMW, and knocked on the window.
The window rolled down, and Hou Muyan borrowed a cigarette from the owner.
Taking advantage of this cigarette borrowing, the owner started talking to Hou Muyan about the traffic jam.
"The accident ahead seems particularly horrific. I've heard five Mercedes are written off, and many people died."
"Five Mercedes? Such a coincidence?"
The owner with the borrowed cigarette also lit one and started smoking.
"Seems like it was a convoy. Now the road is blocked, even police cars can't get through. I just saw a large group of officers walking past."
