Old Zhao slowed down the armored vehicle as a small car lay horizontally ahead of them.
"What's the situation? Was this car here when we came?" Wang Qiang, who had been sulking silently in the rear compartment throughout the journey, was unaware of the situation on the road.
"No, it was quite smooth when we came." Old Zhao carefully drove around the abandoned car.
From the outside, the vehicle showed no signs of collision or damage, as if it had been abandoned. However, the slightly ajar car doors caught the attention of Tang Xiaoquan, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"There's someone inside the car!" Although the car's tinted windows were quite dark, obscuring the view inside, traces of human presence were still vaguely visible.
