Jinghai City's Fourth District. Its area exceeded the combined total of the First, Second, and Third Districts.
The electric scooter glided smoothly out of the city gate, revealing vast expanses of cultivated farmland. This was the north gate, hundreds of miles away from the south gate that led to the nuclear facility.
Unlike the primeval forest outside the south gate, the Fourth District beyond the north gate, though far more sparsely populated than the Third District, still had the occasional farmer carrying a hoe, and low-thatched huts could be seen dotting the landscape.
Finally, the sound of voices grew into a clamor.
"We're here!" Zhang Hai hit the brakes.
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Chu Bamboo gazed at the gate of the Moisture Teaching, a nostalgic look in his eyes.
The Moisture Teaching headquarters was a world apart from the lavish style of the God Worship Church or the solemnity of the Police Chief Bureau. It was more like a union hall... just a plain, unremarkable concrete building.
