At night, in a secluded warehouse in Tianshui City.
The warehouse was surrounded by desolate land, littered with car parts and other junk. It seemed to be an auto scrapyard that specialized in salvaging wrecked cars. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline.
At that moment, a room in the middle of the warehouse was brightly lit. Two middle-aged men were inside. One was bald, while the other was obese, weighing at least two or three hundred pounds. They were hard to miss.
"Kong Shui, how did it go? Everything go smoothly?" The obese man stared intently at the bald man sitting across from him, his question plain to see.
The bald man picked up a glass of beer from the table and took a sip before answering, "It couldn't have gone better. I hit that woman and sent her flying on the spot. If she didn't die, she was lucky."
"Although I got away quickly, I could still hear the ambulance coming up behind me. The woman's legs must both be broken."
"Would you really doubt my work, Meng Qiang?"
He looked extremely pleased with himself.
"True."
The obese man, Meng Qiang, nodded. "You used to be an underground street racer. Driving is your specialty. Breaking someone's legs with a car is a piece of cake for you. But I didn't expect you to take a job like this."
"Of course I did."
The bald man, Kong Shui, smiled. "The reward was three million Federal Coins. I might not make that much even after ten races. And all I had to do was cripple someone's legs. It was a piece of cake."
"At worst, it'll be a hit-and-run charge. If they catch me, I'll get seven years, tops."
"Of course, it'd be best if the police never