The small truck drove through one grey alley after another, heading north, with such complex routes that even He Ao, with his Super Memory, started to lose track.
In reality, the route shouldn't have been so intricate, but the driver deliberately took some detours to shake off any possible tail.
Even so, the truck's speed remained fast, constantly drifting in the narrow alleys, and soon arrived at its destination, a small pharmacy still lit up.
He Ao, feeling a bit dizzy from the rapid drive, steadied Sige and looked around. The surrounding environment was extremely dilapidated, with old buildings in disrepair everywhere.
The once-beautiful plaster on the old buildings had all but decayed, revealing pockmarked cement walls, and once-exquisite glass windows were now corroded and splotchy, with some houses' windows completely shattered, haphazardly patched up with wooden boards.
