Early the next morning.
Faint morning light spilled across the land as the streets slowly came alive with the sounds of people.
A roadside breakfast stall lifted the lids off its steamers, releasing clouds of white steam. Office workers with hurried expressions clutched their briefcases and squeezed onto the tram.
The already narrow car became even more crowded. Many people were shoulder to shoulder, jostling for space.
Except for one person.
The doors slid open. Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt with a satchel slung across his back, Lu Chao stepped firmly into the car.
His Fighting Level physique was far beyond that of an ordinary person. His somewhat burly frame blocked a portion of the light, momentarily darkening the vision of several people near the door.
The eyelids of two young men who had intended to crowd the doorway twitched as they both felt a palpable sense of pressure.
With a silent understanding, they both took half a step back, making room.
"Thanks."
