Then, he fed all the large wolves full. Before leaving, he glanced upstairs one last time, got in the car, and drove away.
There's a highway connecting the Provincial City to the Capital. Once Yan Fei started driving on the highway, he immediately felt this was real driving. Driving in the Provincial City or heading back to Sancha River Township—that didn't count as driving. No matter how good your car is, you'd still have to wait for the shepherd to move their sheep, wait for stray dogs blocking the road to run away, and carefully avoid naughty children weaving on old bicycles...
Now, the Mercedes-Benz finally showed the swagger it deserved. Highways were still relatively rare these days, and though there were still plenty of cars at night, it didn't affect Yan Fei's mad rush overtaking all the way. The pleasure was indescribable.
