The streets were filthy and chaotic, littered with discarded papers, drink cans, and stray dogs.
Guan Gui, dressed in black, leaned against his motorcycle, wearing a face mask that protected against the heavy sand and concealed his appearance.
He waited motionlessly, saying nothing, not looking around, his eyes not even flickering, like a rigid corpse.
This state persisted until a brand new, shiny car pulled up in front of him.
Bang.
A man in a suit, adorned with a bow tie, opened the car door, followed by a black stiletto heel stepping out with a clatter, the slender leg draped in a burgundy gown.
"It's rare for you to come personally to receive the goods."
The young woman who stepped out was slender, with fair skin, bearing the typical features from the Polar Alliance, pale complexion, and long auburn hair, yet she spoke Dragon Country's language fluently.
"Thank you."
Guan Gui took the small box she handed over, said nothing more, and turned to ride his motorcycle away.
