C517 A Day of Being a Bad Person

Dusk covered the land with a golden veil, and an elongated figure stood on the lonely road. A commuter car that was old enough to pass Zhang Pingfann drove over from afar, emitting black smoke. One could smell the strong smell of diesel from far away.

"I'm afraid this isn't an antique, is it? It would be hard to find a car this old even in the Ying City. "Alright