They drove from the suburbs to the Polar Star City District.
Snow on the streets had been shoveled to the sides of the road, and pedestrians walked cautiously on the somewhat slick pavement.
The windows of the roadside shops were covered in frost flowers. The warm light from inside filtered through the ice, emitting a soft, enchanting glow.
The Pickup Truck drove by slowly, its wheels crunching over the packed snow.
The moment they parked on the side of the road, two muffled gunshots rang out. Feng Shan immediately slid out of the passenger seat, crouched down, reached into his coat, and pulled out a Glock.
Tom, on the other hand, acted as if Feng Shan were overreacting. "Buddy, don't get worked up. Relax."
'Relax?'
'Didn't he hear someone shooting?'
Feng Shan had to admire Tom's sheer nerve; he didn't even seem worried about a stray bullet hitting the Pickup Truck.
