First Meeting with Tong Muxue

Egret District wasn't far from Dingsheng Commercial Street.

It wasn't a day off, and the midday rush was already over. Even at the busiest intersection, they only had to wait through two red lights before they were through.

They arrived in about half an hour.

"Hahaha, handsome, you're not really connected to that shootout in the park, are you?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you handed over that 1,200 so readily. I was only saying it, really. It's a legit taxi, and the meter was running, so paying the normal fare would've been fine too." The middle-aged driver happily counted and recounted the twelve red bills Yimo had given him.

Yimo couldn't stand people who got a bargain and still acted like they'd been wronged. He stared at the driver with dead fish eyes. "Then give me my money back!"

At that, the driver stopped counting. In a flash, he put the money away, then clapped Yimo on the shoulder with his big hand. "We've been through life and death together. Let's not talk about money. That's tacky."

"By the way, here's my number. Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll give you a twenty percent discount next time!!!"

Yimo didn't take the slip of paper. He glanced at the camera inside the taxi and said expressionlessly, "I've memorized your license plate. If you don't give me my money back, I'll report you!"

The driver's expression stiffened. The next moment, he turned serious. "You picking a fight?"

"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, are you?"

The driver was a big guy, and he really was a little scary when he got fierce. Yimo immediately felt a bit intimidated. He'd only been teasing him and hadn't actually intended to get the money back. "Hey, I was kidding..."

The driver grinned