The silver-white QQ car sped frantically down the highway, Xiao Lin solemnly staring ahead. The music inside the car was so loud that it drowned out the sound of horns from other vehicles outside. This was dangerous, but he completely disregarded such traffic rules, skillfully weaving between cars. He had to figure out one thing: Did all those people die in the battles years ago? Why was Liang Hu still alive?
