A small passenger bus, with a banner reading "Warmly Welcome You to Join the Monong Prosperous Luxury Hotel Project Family!" hung across it, bumped and swayed along a road that was good in places and bad in others.
The people on the bus swayed back and forth, rising and falling with its motion.
The weather was neither cold nor hot. Some wore short sleeves and shorts, some wore long sleeves and long pants, while others mixed and matched. Though the windows were open, the weather was poor today and there was no wind. The bus was not moving fast enough to bring in any breeze, either. The air inside carried all sorts of odors—sweat, stinky feet, body odor, and more—a complicated mix that was far from pleasant.
In such an environment, people should have been drowsy and sluggish, but the passengers on this bus were different. They were all quite alert.
Because they had gone abroad, arriving in Bomo, a place rumored to be fairly chaotic. Their destination was Xiao Molong, a border city in Bomo.
They had come to work, for a simple reason: the pay was better here.
The bus passed through a checkpoint, where seven or eight soldiers who clearly did not look particularly disciplined stood holding guns, their gazes unfriendly.
But nothing unexpected happened. After they presented their passes, the bus was allowed through.
Quite a few people on the bus let out sighs of relief, afraid that some accident might prevent them from making money.
There was one person on the bus who seemed completely out of place among the others.
He had long hair slicked back with styling wax, a white short-sleeved shirt on top, jeans below, and canvas shoes on his feet.
The outfit itself was ordinary enough, though the hairstyle seemed somewhat