The black fog descended silently, as if the night had fallen onto Hanhai, silently submerging everyone.
All the security personnel near the station had heard of Gao Ming's name, but they hadn't expected him to appear in such a manner.
The bus, coated with a special paint, drove along the highway and eventually stopped a few meters away from Jing Tashen; its lights went out, and Gao Ming released the steering wheel for a masked Strange Tale Player to take his place at the driver's seat.
The bus door creaked open, shedding rust, and Gao Ming stepped out.
"Where did you scavenge this heap of junk from?" Jing Tashen smelt the odd odor emanating from inside the bus—no, more accurately, the bus itself carried an ineradicable stench.
"My people have all arrived," said Gao Ming calmly, appearing as if he had been obliged to attend a company team-building event—neither happy nor exhibiting any sign of nervousness or fear.
