Guan Yu saw a Golden Cup van not far away. It was a nine-seater van. Although it could fit them all, the fur on the outside of the van was so bad that when he came near to see the sign, God, it had been eleven years. It could not be sold at all. Maybe it would break down on the road at any time, and the trouble would be even greater.

After the wolf, he said, "Looks like it's really a poor place, and there's only such a business van here for us. If you can't buy it, it's cheap."

Guan Yu shook his head and said, "No, this...