"I'll head out first."
Cheng Ye picked up his backpack, declining Master Zhang and the others' offer to drive him to the South Inspection Station.
Firstly, having salted fish tied to the car roof would be far too conspicuous in broad daylight.
Secondly, it was more important to quickly move this pile of supplies to a safe place. The Public Works Bureau's parking lot was full of people and prying eyes, and if good-for-nothings started gossiping, it could become a headache.
Moreover, the Public Works Bureau was right next to the direction of the South Station, and a left turn out the door would bring him to the bus stop in just a few steps.
He had not been waiting at the bus stop for long when a filthy bus came wobbling over.
The bus door creaked open, and Cheng Ye stepped up, pulling out his Defense Communication device for a look.
7:15.
Rushing over at this time, he was bound to be late.
