As they exited the underground parking garage, the streets were already teeming with an endless stream of traffic. A sea of intersecting taillights flickered, merging into a continuous river of red under the low-hanging night sky. The ceaseless honking of horns was the city's restless pulse, and the bright yellow taxis scattered throughout looked like conspicuous fireflies.
As dusk fell, the lights in the towering skyscrapers joined the scene on the streets below, painting a picture of a bustling city night.
Perhaps because the air was growing heavy with humidity, the drivers seemed a bit on edge, and the pedestrians walked with even more urgency.
Jiang Ning wasn't worried about Chen Yuan getting too far ahead and losing him. Just past the Fengting District garage was an intersection they had to pass through, and traffic there often backed up for a few minutes. It only ever flowed freely in the dead of night.
