Zhao Yu Finds You

In the blue Buick business car that Zhao Yu sat in, other than the goateed man with the pistol, there was a young driver sporting a buzzcut. The young man seemed expressionless, focused on the task of driving. Since Zhao Yu had gotten in the car, the driver had not spoken a single word, nor had he so much as turned around to glance at Zhao Yu.

The car made its way through the forested area before quickly looping onto a road without streetlights. Normally, cars were prohibited from driving around the park as the entrance was usually barricaded by huge stone structures. Someone had pushed the structures away, leaving a gap just wide enough for a car to drive through. They soon reached the end of the small road and passed through a wooden archway to the main road.