279 Name Your Price

The sudden jerk made Salimu confused.

"What happened?"

Tang Yuanchu kept his vision on the road ahead as he replied. "I think I just hit a rock!"

"Oh!" Salimu replied as he soothed the spot that was hit.

Nobody noticed that except Bai Muchuan.

And he scrutinized Tang Yuanchu's side profile indifferently.

Tang Yuanchu caught that scrutinizing gaze when he looked at the rear mirror. He cleared his throat, adjusted himself, and focused on driving. He daren't create to do anything to worsen the nervous atmosphere.

Time seemed to pass a little faster as they chatted.

About an hour later, they finally reached their destination. It was almost noon.

…

There was a small villa made of timber within this desolate mountainous region. From the looks of it, it must have cost a bomb to construct it.