The jeep raced across the muddy ground, and the people sitting inside all appeared very tense.
There were three jeeps in Ji Yang's convoy, with security personnel in the front and back vehicles, while the middle one carried the individuals they were escorting.
As they continued, everyone's worries grew. The road was clearly bulldozed into existence, quite difficult to traverse, and they had been driving deep into the mountainous region for several hours now.
Ji Yang glanced at the passengers inside the vehicle. Gao Changjun also looked noticeably nervous, his gaze constantly sweeping the surroundings.
The young man from the Tax Department was named Zhou Haining, and the one from the Discipline Inspection Department was Sun Xionglin; both seemed equally anxious, looking around them.
"Could there be any problems here?" Zhou Haining asked at that moment.
No one spoke, and everyone became even more tense.
