"Screech~"
Three He Clan taxis screeched to a halt at the foot of a mountain.
Soon after, Zhang Xinying and the others each got out of the three cars, while the drivers inside expressed their thanks:
"Arigato."
Once everyone got out, the three cars revved off impatiently, as if staying here a moment longer would be dangerous.
Heaven-Gifted Ouyang Hao saw this and couldn't help but laugh:
"These people living the good life have such timid hearts."
But he turned to look around.
On this smooth asphalt road, besides their group, there wasn't a soul in sight.
To say nothing of anything else,
there weren't even any streetlights here.
Standing here, they could just glimpse the distant, brilliantly lit metropolis through the gaps in the trees.
Compared to here, it was like two different worlds.
Suddenly, a chilly breeze blew in, causing Ouyang Hao to shiver and say:
"Hiss~"
"Is the temperature difference always this large here?"
Mind you, he was still wearing short sleeves.
