Narrow and cramped old streets, with old buildings only five or six stories high, vendors shouting through loudspeakers... Zhou Wang hadn't expected that in the international metropolis of Magic City, he would encounter such scenes that seemed to belong only in small counties.
But then Zhou Wang chuckled to himself. Ever since he came to Magic City, he had mostly been shuttling through the most prosperous city center. When had he seen the full face of this city?
Amidst various curious glances, the cold gleam from a Porsche 918 Spyder seemed to be completely out of place here.
Zhou Wang noticed two curious boys approaching. He was about to wave to them to come closer, but the shouting from behind stopped the two in their tracks.
"Xiao Long, don't go over, what if you break something..."
Zhou Wang couldn't quite understand their Magic City dialect; under the parental reprimand, the two boys eventually ran back.
