On the highway, an unremarkable car pulled over to the side of the Apocalypse Rogue.

Lu Yongshan got out of the car, his cold face showing no emotion. The other person driving also got out, carrying a long box on his back and a Nepal knife at his waist. He wore light armor, transparent and thin, clearly made from snake skin.

"Brother Shan, just a Fourth-Tier Martial Artist, is it worth your effort? I can handle it alone."

This person was somewhat disdainful, stroking the Nepal knife at his waist with absolute confidence.