"Master Xin is different from before; he's much more temperate and polite to people now."
Tan Huajun stuck his head out to watch the tank named Thirty Thousand driving away, speaking with a sigh.
On the crater-filled road, Zhang Su drove the RV carefully. Hearing Tan Huajun's words, he laughed and nodded, "Yeah, people change with their environment. Back at Phoenix International, he was the big boss of the Salvation Society, now he's just a team leader in the Survivor Alliance. He has to act low-key, doesn't he? Damn, does Zhuzi even know how to drive?!"
As he was speaking, Zhang Su saw the FJ Cruiser in front swerve violently to avoid a pothole, its right rear wheel lifting high off the ground before falling heavily back, nearly overturning the car!
Zhang Su picked up the radio to start ranting but thought better of it and set it down. Zhao Dezhu's skill was already subpar, and any distraction would make it worse.
