As for why such a prestigious guest would appear in the outskirts of Thunder City, he had no idea, nor did he dare to inquire.
"Mr. Colin... May I address you that way? Forgive my presumption, I don't know your title."
Luo Yan casually responded.
"Call me whatever you like."
Perhaps sensing the impatience in that voice, Punk finally shut his mouth, remaining silent for the rest of the journey until the carriage left the bustling industrial district, navigated a few twists and turns, and entered a clean, orderly street.
This area was sharply different from the previous neighborhoods. Not only were the streets clean and tidy, but they also featured kerosene street lamps, which were absent elsewhere.
The snow here had been swept away, leaving the streets paved with stone bricks that reflected the light, appearing polished and slick, as if meticulously smoothed.
