After parting ways with Cheng Yunlong, Zhao Yuan left Antique Street. Just as he reached the intersection, a taxi pulled up and stopped in front of him. A man got out of the back seat, gave Zhao Yuan a glance and a smile, then strode toward Antique Street.
'What a coincidence. Just when I was thinking of getting a cab, one stops right in front of me.' Zhao Yuan, suspecting nothing, pulled open the door and got in.
"Where to?" the taxi driver asked, turning back to smile at him.
"West Hua Medical University," Zhao Yuan replied.
"You got it," the taxi driver answered, starting the engine.
About ten minutes later, the scenery outside grew increasingly desolate. Zhao Yuan's brows furrowed. 'This isn't the right way. It doesn't look like we're going to West Hua Medical University. It feels more like we're heading out of the city.'
He didn't overthink it, just assuming the driver was taking a detour. "Sir," he asked, "are you sure you're going the right way?"
