Midnight, four o'clock.
Swoosh—
The truck drove on the highway.
"To the right... go right... almost there..."
The guide in the passenger seat directed the way.
In the back seat, Old Tian's hand was resting on his neck.
Zhang Feng drove skillfully, noticing more and more vehicles on the road ahead, having reached the outskirts of the city.
There was a road sign at the intersection (Ahead - West Third Ring).
"I've never been here before."
Zhang Feng glanced back at Old Tian, who was constantly watching the guide, "Relax, you're about to strangle him."
At this moment, Old Tian's hand was completely covering the guide's neck from behind.
The pressure of his hand was also gradually increasing.
The guide already felt uncomfortable but dared not speak.
"Haha!" Old Tian said, not intentionally, "We're almost there. I'm a bit nervous."
Zhang Feng said nothing and kept driving.
"A little further... Stone Street..." the guide continued directing, "To... to... Stone... Street..."
