C52 Misty Swamp

At nine o'clock, Zhao Daomei departed from Jing Le District.

Flush with cash, he had long since abandoned the notion of squeezing onto a bus.

As he exited the west gate of Jing Le, the prearranged ride-share vehicle was already there, awaiting his arrival.

"Hello, are you Mr. Zhao Daomei?"

The driver emerged from a sleek Tesla.

Zhao Daomei nodded, confirming, "Yes, that's me