บท 192: The Dust has Settled

After leaving behind the burdens, Zhang Lisheng, who walked alone on the straight highway for about two to three hours, felt that his luck had started to become bad again. Without coming across any good-hearted person who would hitchhike him, he finally set foot on the streets of Johannesburg again.

Right now, the sky had already turned bright and the bus full of commuting workers had begun to drive around the streets.

The teenager flagged a taxi down. After entering the back seat, he purposely changed his accent to a New York accent and pleaded at the black driver whose skin was so dark it was practically shining, "Mr. Driver, please go to the Antelope's Nest on the Eighth Street. I can give you additional tips of 10 USD, but I must first enter my apartment to get my money. Is that okay with you?"