She hadn't traveled very far when Mo Shangjun hurried back, deliberately speeding up. In less than two minutes, she saw the van from before.
Mo Shangjun drove up and stopped right beside the passenger side.
What caught her eyes was the driver, squatting next to the burly man, untying his ropes by hand.
The burly man was mumbling in a dialect as he communicated with the driver. Although she could not understand the meaning of the dialect, the impatience and irascibility in his expression and tone were clearly visible.
However, his speech was cut off midway when Mo Shangjun, again riding her motorcycle, interrupted him.
Both men almost simultaneously heard the sound of the motorcycle, then suddenly snapped back to reality, their bodies stiffening as they tensely looked towards Mo Shangjun's direction.