On June 6th, a fine, misty morning rain fell. The grayish-white road was stained a dark ink color, and the rolling distant mountains seemed close enough to touch, vividly emerald and clear.
A black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon sped past, kicking up fallen leaves from the roadside, followed closely by three identical sedans.
Chi Wan’s gaze fell on the car window glass. She raised a hand, knocked on it, and asked, "Is this bulletproof glass?"
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