To reach the northern great forest in Chicken Snake Country, it would take more than ten days by foot.
Chen Ke didn't have that much time, he needed a car, and he could handle that himself.
This country was full of soldiers on the streets, but these soldiers looked no different from local thugs.
Propaganda floats moved slowly through the streets, continuously broadcasting the words and calls of the local faction leaders, and the expressions on people's faces were grave as they went about making a living while worrying about the future.
Anyone with discernment could see that this country was on the verge of a civil war.
As for when it would start? That required a trigger. At least for now, there were no signs of it.
Chen Ke left the city, walked along the highway for a while, and then stood by the roadside waiting.
A car would pass by eventually.
He just needed to pick an unlucky one.