Two hours later, the filthy Yuan Zhao finally loaded the last crate of "gifts" into the who-knew-how-manyth-hand junk "reindeer truck" Huai Shi had rented.
Before he could even wipe his face, Huai Shi emerged, already decked out in a brand-new outfit.
Red jacket, red pants, red cap. Though it was all leather-punk style, when he let out a few ho-ho-hos, he did look a little like a youthful Santa Claus.
"Let's go. Get in."
He yanked open the truck door, which was practically falling off, and waved at Yuan Zhao. "We're heading out."
"Where are we going?"
Yuan Zhao glanced disdainfully at the passenger seat, its leather completely rotted away to expose the springs beneath, and only climbed in after hesitating for a while.
"Just wandering around, taking in the local customs. When you arrive somewhere new, don't you familiarize yourself with the surroundings first?" Huai Shi replied.
"..."
Yuan Zhao always felt like he couldn't keep up with this guy's train of thought. After staring at him for a long time, he finally sighed in surrender. "At least tell me what you're planning to do."
"Good question!"
Huai Shi thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I haven't figured that out either!"
???
Yuan Zhao's expression gradually turned strange. He felt as though one of the two of them had a problem with his brain.
"After thinking and planning last night, the things we need to do can roughly be divided into several steps."
Huai Shi continued, "First, we find a bunch of scumbags whose deaths would be no loss. There are plenty of those in the lower districts, everywhere you look. They're like weeds—cheap and worthless."
"And then?"
"Then? Then, of course, we teach them, guide them, reform them."
Huai Shi clapped his hands and spread them apart. "In