「Several days later.」
Wintry gusts of wind swept through the streets. A few children in thick coats were squatting and playing by the roadside, running back and forth to chase after the withered yellow ginkgo leaves that fluttered down.
Tall apartment buildings of varying heights stood crowded together. Along both sides of the asphalt road, which was just barely wide enough, all kinds of vehicles were parked.
The doors to various supermarkets, restaurants, and clothing shops were wide open, their neon signs lit even in the daytime. People came and went, talking and laughing.
Such a scene was a rare sight in the Iron Ring District. Sitting in a black sedan on the roadside—his stakeout vehicle—Lu Chao subconsciously glanced toward the far end of the street.
