Late at night.
The massive Yu Gong Plan had already entered its final stages.
Trucks were racing along the battered roads, transporting Celestial Shattered Iron day and night.
Fan Daping sat upright in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, cautiously driving the vehicle.
Under the headlights' illumination, the uneven road looked like it was filled with countless black holes.
Each black hole represented a dip in the road; the bigger the hole, the deeper the dip.
Fan Daping constantly turned the steering wheel, almost never pausing for a moment.
From a bird's-eye view, the path the truck wheels took avoided most of the holes.
This was evidence of the truck driver's exceptional driving skills.
A soldier, holding an assault rifle, sat in the passenger seat and couldn't help but say, "Old Fan, your driving skills are truly impressive."
This was the soldier responsible for accompanying the journey; his name was Zhang Shifeng, and his rank was corporal.
