The car sped along the highway. Scarface sprawled against the passenger-side window, its fur whipping wildly in the wind. The dog occasionally looked at Jiang Hao, then at the scenery outside, looking extremely happy.
After retrieving Scarface, Jiang Hao casually stole a man's wallet on the street. The man had a similar build to his and somewhat resembled him. This time, Jiang Hao did not even use a human-skin mask. With makeup alone, he made himself seventy or eighty percent similar to the photo on the Social Security card.
He used that Social Security card to rent a car from a dealership. Money was no object for him; once he paid enough, everything was settled. Driving this car, he did not have to worry about inspections.
After a smooth journey, they finally arrived in Orlando.
Orlando was a fairly typical small-to-medium-sized city in central Florida. If it were not for the Orlando Magic, probably not many people would know the city.
Orlando lacked the bustle and prosperity of a major metropolis, but it was no worse than large cities when it came to livability. The cost of living was low, income tax was low, the climate was mild, there were many lakes downtown, and the city was very clean.
Jiang Hao searched the map for a long time before finally finding a Chinese medicine shop. Seeing the jars and bottles inside and smelling the familiar scent of Chinese herbs, Jiang Hao asked, "Boss, do you have cinnabar?"
"Cinnabar? Yes. How much do you want?" the Chinese owner asked warmly.
Jiang Hao truly wanted to cheer. He had finally found it.
"How much do you have?"
"Seems like there are about 250 grams left," the owner said.
Two hundred and fifty grams was five taels. Five taels was a little short,