Lanyue City.
Armed guards with long rifles, arranged in neat formation, quietly waiting at the junction of the highway.
Dai Mingsheng also didn't feel comfortable waiting in the car, dressing neatly, wearing a hat, standing in the shade.
Behind them is a long line of prison vehicles.
Captain Hao, Hao Zhichao, circled around the convoy and then jogged over, taking a breath and saying, "All the vehicles are fine, and the fuel is topped up."
"How's the drivers? Did they get enough sleep? Especially those coming from lower districts, driving early in the morning, and who knows if they slept last night." Dai Mingsheng paused and said, "Tell them, if they feel uncomfortable, to speak up and switch directly; this won't affect attendance."
"I told them. They're all experienced drivers, no problem." Captain Hao knew this was a critical question and answered quickly.
Dai Mingsheng nodded, about to say more when a nearby person's walkie-talkie buzzed.
