At the end of this convoy, a van welded all over with armor plates kept its distance, neither too close nor too far, maintaining about fifty meters from the dozen or so cars ahead that were 'joined together'.
"Progress is smooth." The glasses-wearing Hunter adjusted his glasses, "Though the timing was a bit earlier than expected, it seems to be effective."
"Shouldn't draw the White Tiger over prematurely, right?" The Hunter driving expressed concern.
"We've already left Sunfall Ridge, and 5198 is chasing us from behind. If the White Tiger happens to come over now, everyone will be swallowed by 5198…" said the glasses-wearing Hunter.
"Now I'm rather worried that the White Tiger might not want to intervene… if so, it'll take some effort to deal with the White Tiger later." The glasses-wearing Hunter continued.
