"Bai Lei, class is over. Wanna go grab a bite?"
"I'm skipping today. I have plans."
Bai Lei politely declined his classmate's invitation, put away his protective gear, and hurried out of the fitness center.
He hailed a cab and told the driver to go to Gold Street.
The driver, a middle-aged man of about forty, glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
"It's the middle of the day. Not many shops are open on Gold Street right now."
Bai Lei just grunted in response without saying anything. The driver didn't waste any more words, stepped on the gas, and after showing the relevant documents at the checkpoint, passed through smoothly.
Bai Lei gave the outside a single glance before looking away, utterly uninterested.
The Lower City District was just like it was on TV: dilapidated, chaotic, and exuding a sense of desolate decay.
The roads were terrible—bumpy and uneven, making his butt hurt from the jostling.
