Just as a murderous glint appeared in Thor's eyes and the atmosphere inside the taxi grew increasingly tense,
a somewhat trembling voice came from the front seat. "Friends, you've arrived."
Thor shifted his gaze outside the window and saw that the taxi had stopped by a rather desolate-looking street. Small storefronts lined both sides: a biscuit shop called Antler Alley, a one-yuan store with a Clearance Sale banner, a women's clothing shop, a Sha County snack bar, a small clinic, and even a New Burence shoe store.
Behind those shops stood a row of old Apartment Blocks. Clothes and bedding hung out along the corridors, along with potted flowers and plants, injecting a trace of life into this decaying place.
Thor tossed the driver a hundred-yuan bill, then dragged Set out of the car amid the driver's delighted stare.
He gripped Set by the neck and lifted him straight off the ground. "I didn't come here to study some small-city economic revitalization plan with you. Where is my wife? You'd better tell me now! Stop stalling and playing tricks."
Set's face was full of helplessness. Coughing, he struggled to force out a sentence from his throat. "Has no one ever... told you... that when you want someone to answer a question... you shouldn't keep choking them?"
Thor snorted and finally released him.
Set returned to the ground, rubbing his neck as he sighed. "Soon. We've reached the destination of this trip, and we'll see the person behind it all soon enough."
Thor's anger eased slightly at those words, but a wary glint flashed in his eyes as he reached out to summon his precious hammer.
But Set caught his hand the next instant. "No, no, no. Don't always think violence is the answer. Compared to your strength, there's no real