After gliding for more than ten kilometers, Jiang Hao chose an open area to land. He quickly packed up the parachute and put it into his storage space, surveyed the surroundings, and saw that this was a patch of wasteland. Then he took an off-road motorcycle out of his storage space, started it, and rode off in one direction.
William chased after him for quite a while, but he simply could not catch up. In the end, he watched Jiang Hao disappear and could only stop helplessly at the edge of the wasteland.
He pulled out his phone and called Jiang Hao, but it kept saying he was out of the service area. "Damn Indian telecom." William could not help swearing.
He did not know that Indian telecom was not to blame. Jiang Hao had put his phone in his storage space, where it naturally could not receive a signal.
"What do we do now?"
After thinking it over, William could only return to the hotel in the city where they had previously stayed and wait for Jiang Hao to come back on his own. However, Jiang Hao did not return to the hotel as William expected. They did not get in touch again until two days later.
Jiang Hao rode his motorcycle to a small town. In an unoccupied spot, he put the motorcycle back into his storage space and hailed a taxi.
"Sir, where are you going?" the driver asked in broken English.
"Bangalore," Jiang Hao replied directly in Indian.
He was roughly two hundred kilometers from Bangalore. The taxi drove for more than three hours before arriving. The car stopped at the largest hotel in Bangalore, and Jiang Hao paid the fare, sent the taxi away, and rented a room at the hotel.
Once inside, Jiang Hao