"Sorry, no." Holly refused, and kindly reminded me before boarding, "Your car should not have much oil left. There is a gas station in the front 500 miles. It's better for you to fill it up before you go back."

"Thank you." Mo Xiaojun's voice has been choking. How can there be such a similar person in the world?

Holly got into the car and started the car. As he drove forward, he saw through the rearview mirror that the man was chasing a few steps ahead, which was a subconscious action.

"Ye Chuyun?" He whispered.

An unknown, even some dilapidated building, in which sophisticated instruments fill the room.

Li...