Getting into the borrowed car, Yang An took a moment to get used to the feel of it. He had never driven in his previous life, but for the man he was now, driving wasn't difficult.
With a roar of its engine, the car tore through the silent night and sped off.
Yang An drove in the direction he had memorized upon entering the 6th Floor. He drove straight down the current street; the further he went, the deeper he would be in the corresponding location within the Land of Shattered Armor.
On the nearly empty streets, his speed quickly climbed over eighty miles per hour. It was far less taxing than traveling on foot in the Land of Shattered Armor, and he didn't have to worry about any traffic Rules.
The city was huge, and the sound of the car echoed loudly.
He couldn't take off his mask, as he didn't know what the consequences would be. This meant he couldn't disguise himself as an ordinary person, and the mask itself would attract unwanted attention.
