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The motorcycle raced through the night at high speed, the deep and steady sound of tires against the pavement resembling a tireless beast galloping through the darkness. Li Mu gripped the handlebars tightly, leaning slightly forward to feel the vibrations of the engine and the rush of wind roaring past his ears. This strong wind was like a cold blade, slicing across his cheeks and casting aside the tension, bloodshed, and danger he had just experienced. At this moment, he was calm and focused, his body almost merging with the motorcycle, his breath intertwining with the roar of the engine, as if he had entered a state of serene flow with the speed.
The journey from Wasteland City to Mist Shadow District was not short, and every inch of air and scenery along this route reminded Li Mu why he rarely took on missions in Wasteland City. The sights within Wasteland City made him frown slightly; factories and residential areas were mixed together, abandoned buildings stood alongside low shanties, and under the dim streetlights, graffiti covered the crumbling walls—some even bore hasty black marks that obscured their original forms. The atmosphere here was thick and oppressive, filled with exhaust fumes, smoke from factories, and the stench from garbage heaps that clung stubbornly to his nostrils, making him feel nauseous.
On either side of the road, groups of homeless people and drug addicts huddled under several bridges, their bodies wrapped in filthy blankets or curled up in tattered cardboard boxes, silently watching him speed by. Occasionally, he spotted a few idle teenagers clutching cigarettes, their expressions vacant and their eyes reflecting a sense of numbness and indifference. In such an environment, life seemed cheap and insignificant; every corner felt like a forsaken part of society, submerged in shadows of despair and decay.
In contrast, Mist Shadow District offered fresh and clean air; its streets were orderly and exuded a sense of calming stability. Wasteland City represented another extreme—its dark underbelly was rife with chaos and unease, causing a flicker of discomfort and disgust within Li Mu. He understood that such an environment not only felt oppressive but also made missions more challenging—the residents here had become numb to gunfire, violence, and bloodshed; they might even tacitly approve of it. Moreover, the gangs and lower-tier forces were intricately woven together, capable of sparking new conflicts at any moment.
Li Mu accelerated slightly, allowing the wind to whip past him more urgently as he tried to distance himself from this suffocating atmosphere. The disorder of Wasteland City weighed heavily on him; yet as he drew closer to Mist Shadow District, his mood steadied. It was as if he was about to traverse this chaos back into a more orderly darkness that felt familiar.
His motorcycle sped through the silent night; worn neon lights and old orange street lamps blurred into indistinct points behind him before vanishing into the night. Those lights shrank in his rearview mirror until they completely disappeared, like a black hole opening up in the night sky that swallowed Wasteland City's dilapidated chaos without a trace.
As he gradually entered Mist Shadow District, the scenery began to change—the streets widened and flattened out, neatly lined with trees that rustled softly in the breeze. The buildings on either side restored orderliness; clean glass windows reflected faint glimmers under the streetlights. The signs along the streets were clear and orderly, glowing with Mist Shadow District's characteristic pale blue light. The streetlights emitted a calm and organized glow—a subtle silver-white—that suggested every inch of space had been carefully arranged without any excess clutter or filth.
He took a deep breath; finally leaving behind Wasteland City's stench of decay and corruption. The night breeze created by his motorcycle felt fresher and clearer. The air in Mist Shadow District carried a slight chill mixed with subtle humidity that gradually dissipated his lingering unease, replaced by a tranquil calmness. This orderly atmosphere felt familiar and reassuring; Mist Shadow District resembled a cool urban maze filled with order—each street meticulously planned, every inch strictly controlled—imbued with an unyielding sense of orderliness.
As his motorcycle cruised steadily along, he intended to slow down when suddenly his phone screen lit up with a bright glow that seemed particularly glaring against the night backdrop. Li Mu tilted his head slightly to see a brief and curt message pop up: "Meet at Silver Acacia Alley in the southwest district."
A faint smirk crept onto Li Mu's lips; this message from his employer seemed timed perfectly for when he entered Mist Shadow District. It demonstrated just how well they were aware of his movements—even calculating precisely when he would arrive in Mist Shadow District. He cast a cold glance at the message; it became clear to him that this employer was meticulous to an almost excessive degree—the choice of meeting location was carefully considered: deliberately placed on the outskirts of Mist Shadow District’s southwest area—both discreet and unobtrusive.
Silver Acacia Alley flashed through Li Mu's mind—a narrow and dimly lit alleyway seldom traversed during the day and even quieter at night. With no surveillance around it neither drew attention nor hindered retreat. Such arrangements confirmed Li Mu's belief that his employer possessed an extraordinary familiarity with this environment; every move they made resembled a meticulously planned chess game—calm yet cautious—indicating a powerful intelligence network behind them.
He turned off his phone, refocusing on what lay ahead as he tightened his grip on the handlebars with renewed determination before accelerating toward the southwest district. The engine roared back to life—deep and steady—infused with invisible power as he sped down the silent streets. Surrounding lights rushed past him like silver rivers while the night wind grew sharper against his cheeks—a slight chill that invigorated him mentally as he remained clear-headed and composed.
In the distance along the street, the buildings of Mist Shadow District flickered with lights, resembling scattered stars and bringing a sense of calm chill. Li Mu's gaze was focused and stern, with only one goal remaining in his mind—heading to the meeting point to discuss with his employer and complete this dangerous yet intricate mission.
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