Wear out iron shoes searching everywhere, only to find it without any effort.
After searching so arduously for so long, who would've thought the answer would come from a homeless man by the roadside.
Ronald felt there was finally light after darkness; if Chen Zhou weren't dressed so filthy, he would have hugged him.
Once he was sure the homeless man had seen his daughter, Ronald kept asking Chen Zhou if he knew whose house the pickup was parked at, and whether he recognized the pickup truck driver.
But Chen Zhou knew nothing about Prescott or even all of Arkansas, so naturally he couldn't give any concrete answer.
Still, with the info they had now, it was plenty—at least they weren't wandering about blindly like headless flies, searching with no clue.
