The next morning, he left the house early and called a car.
"I need to head out for a purchasing trip beyond the border today,"
Liu Zheng told the driver.
"So sudden?"
The driver was taken aback.
"Can't help it, fortune and disaster are unpredictable. I was supposed to deliver takeout to the Peacock."
"You just blew up one of her office floors; isn't this like walking into your own funeral?"
the driver said.
"Yeah, that's why I figured out a way to get a purchasing trip beyond the border—to lay low for a few days,"
Liu Zheng shrugged his shoulders.
"Hmm, that's not a bad idea,"
the driver mused for a few seconds and pulled out a handgun from his uniform.
"Can't help you carry other things, but you can take this gun for now."
He handed the gun to Liu Zheng.
"Name: Counterfeit Walther PPK (Disposable)"
"Type: Prop"
"Quality: Fine"
