The gunshot echoed across the wilderness, much louder than Gao Ming had expected. It even hurt his ears.
Looking at the driver, whose face had been blown clean off and whose skull had a gaping hole in the back, Gao Ming felt no guilt whatsoever. If he hadn't had the Blood City Tattoo inscribed on his body, he would have been unconscious alongside Wu Wei by now.
"I can't let my guard down. One careless mistake could sink me."
After stripping off the taxi driver's clothes, Gao Ming was wondering how to dispose of the body when he opened the trunk and found it packed with tools for just that purpose: gloves, flesh-dissolving chemicals, blood-dissolving chemicals, deodorizers, face masks, body bags, and everything else he could possibly need.
"So he was a professional serial killer who drove a taxi on the side?"
Gao Ming spent half an hour cleaning out the car, then dumped the driver's body straight into the river bend.
After checking the route, Gao Ming drove Wu Wei to the Second District.
Compared with the chaotic Third District, the roads in the Second District were clean and tidy. Banners promoting truth, kindness, and beauty were everywhere, and businesses were still open even late at night. For a moment, Gao Ming felt as though he had returned to the real world.
"In Li Sansi's memories, the Second District was extremely wealthy. Its per capita wealth ranked among the top three of all the districts. The citizens here valued order and civility, hated violence, and revered art. But he could never understand why the Second District was so rich. Where exactly did all their money come from?"
Li Sansi hadn't been able to figure it out, and neither could Gao Ming. He had just slowed the car when a