The city's streets became much more desolate after the rain; even on a relaxing weekend like this, few people were seen roaming around. Several motorcycles roared from afar, stirring up the not-quite-dry ground and spraying dirty water further away back into another puddle.
The modified engines rumbled in a certain street located on Huangpu Street, which is a hub for wholesale markets. Now, nearing noon, the foot traffic was more than halved compared to the past few days. Many shop owners were sitting at their doorsteps, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting with their neighbors, the sluggish business making people anxious.
Motorcycles halted in front of a small tavern with signage that ambiguously advertised Sichuan noodles, leaving people bewildered about what exactly was being sold.
"Is it here?!" The leader dismounted from the motorcycle, taking off her helmet, revealing a cascade of hair falling onto her shoulders.
"Yeah!" A few others also dismounted, following her closely.
