Gas station.
Qian Cangyi handed over the cash, then raised the car window, stepped on the gas, and left the gas station.
In the back seat, Hawkeye held his hands crossed over his chest, lowered his head, pretending to sleep, the wide brim of his light brown hat covering his face, making it hard for anyone to see him.
"In front is the place." Qian Cangyi glanced at the navigation, about 10 minutes away from the destination.
Hawkeye raised his right hand, took off his hat, and said, "You go up and check it out later."
"You're not going?" Qian Cangyi was slightly surprised.
"It's too dangerous. If we're accidentally exposed, the rest of the journey will be hard." Hawkeye shook his head and put his hat back on.
"Alright." Qian Cangyi didn't say anything more.
