The Tuareg Tribe

In the morning, the tranquil Sahara desert welcomed a group of strange guests.

Three Hummers galloped the vast endless expanse of sand, leaving three trails of dust behind the undisturbed desert.

"How much longer?" Jiang Chen asked in boredom while sitting in the back with his arms crossed.

Ayesha, who was sitting beside him, had the same emotionless expression, but from the dark, deep circles under her eyes, it was evident she didn't get enough sleep.

"It's just right ahead of us! But first, we need to greet the chiefs of the nearby tribes," Robert yelled enthusiastically while driving.

"Why do I feel that you get really excited when you're in the desert?" Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"This feeling of freedom is something that you'll never understand!"

This guy is crazy.

Jiang Chen mulled things over while looking outside the window.