No one knew what Chen Xiuni was imagining as she gazed at the sky.

That was a matter for a girl's heart alone.

Just as no one knew what Shen Cong, driving the Great Vajra, was thinking. A man who'd walked seven or eight years alone — what he had left, perhaps, was only those obsessions that had taken root in the bottom of his heart. And it was precisely these obsessions that could still drive him ceaselessly onward, to reach his own goals.

Everyone's trajectory was a line — straight, curved, parabolic…

They could brush past each other, could cross and pass through, but wouldn't necessarily tangle together, wouldn't merge two into one.

The night sky blazed; a cool breeze came gently on.

On Provincial Road 104, there was only the sound of the Great Vajra's tires against the road.

Reaching over from the far distance, extending on toward somewhere farther still — dragging one giant White-Eye Bug corpse.

Near Shankou Town, Shen Cong used the Third Eye Radar to search along the traces of his own earlier turn, and quickly located the two trailer segments that White-Eye Bug had swatted over.

At the same time, he saw several vaguely familiar people, holding on to a man who'd lost an arm, standing guard beside the trailers.

Shen Cong raised his guard, the Third Eye sweeping rapidly over the whole surrounding environment to confirm whether there was any ambush or danger. Then, matching it against his memory, he recognized these people as members of the original pest-killing squad — the injured one among them seemed to be called something like Little Li, a scrawny man in his thirties.

Once he'd recognized them, his expression turned foul on the spot. These were the very people who'd drawn White-Eye Bug over.

Killing intent surged up.

And was pressed back down by Shen Cong — he didn't like to display his killing intent before he struck. Setting the four-legged dragon to prop the trailers upright, Shen Cong got out of the truck and eyed these people coldly as they walked over, faces full…