Depressing and Indulgent

Nobody could answer Shang Jianyao's question because not many who had seen the white wolf returned alive. Not one had heard its howl at close distances.

After confirming the order for night duty, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Genava each entered the car. They either laid down, sat down, prepared to sleep, or switch to power conservation mode.

Long Yuehong and Bai Chen stayed beside a car and patrolled back and forth. At the same time, they kept a look out for each other's backs.

Not far from them, a small, tattered, and colorful car with abstract art painted on it wobbled. It alternated between fast and slow, and it took a while for it to settle down.