Chapter 43 Cultural Export

By the Chinese street archway.

Daisy got off the motorcycle, looked at the street ahead, and said, "Wow, is this Chinatown? I often hear about it, but it's my first time here."

Luke parked the Harley, stretched out his right hand, "Miss Daisy, may I be your guide?"

Daisy laughed, "But I won't be paying a tip."

"It would be my honor."

Daisy hesitated for a moment before placing her left hand on Luke's right hand.

As night fell, red lanterns lit up in Chinatown, giving it a more authentic Chinese atmosphere than during the day.

The street was filled with many Chinese faces, and it was easy to distinguish locals from tourists by their mannerisms, clothing, and behavior.

The street was bustling with people coming and going; Daisy's eyes scanned the surroundings, finding everything new and curious, yet it seemed she was not intent on probing any deeper.