Soon.
Julianna took a taxi to PhilaPort.
Because she had made preparations in advance, it did not take much effort to find the smuggler.
"Lamar told me to come. How much does it cost to take me to South Carolina?"
It was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His nickname was Rooster. Because he did this job all year round, his skin was dark and his body was thin. He had a pair of mung bean eyes. He was cunning and shrewd.
"You want to go to South Carolina?" Rooster looked at Julianna curiously.
Most of the people from other states wanted to go to Philadelphia, and very few people did the other way around.
However, it was not impossible. Occasionally, some special people would do this.
Julianna subconsciously lowered her cap, trying to make herself look calm.