Hot, stuffy, and bumpy, Zhou Shaoyang's back kept rubbing against the wooden board beneath him, making him grimace in the darkness.
This was simply torture.
Zhou Shaoyang even suspected if Chen Che's subordinates were doing this deliberately, on purpose to mess with him?
No matter!
The gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.
Once he returns to the Apocalypse Society headquarters and gets what he deserves, he'll make Chen Che pay the price for his arrogance over these days.
Although it was a bit uncomfortable, fortunately, nothing unexpected happened on the way.
The convoy was intercepted three or four times along the road.
Either by patrols from the Judicial Bureau.
Or by temporary inspection teams from the Finance Bureau.
But fortunately, with the appropriate paperwork, the convoy continued on.
The first time the convoy was stopped, Zhou Shaoyang couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
