3712 Chang'an Street, 18,000 meters away from that archway.
Of course, that's an exaggeration, but it really was far. At first, Durin thought it wasn't too bad, but after walking three kilometers alongside Melinda by the red walls of the Imperial Palace, the house numbers only went from 0 to 2.
Durin couldn't help but laugh in frustration. He simply pulled out a motorcycle with a sidecar and hopped on, taking Melinda with him down the road.
Melinda curled up in the sidecar, her Rabbit Girl ears flapping in the wind. Wearing goggles, she glanced over at Durin. "Are you sure driving this fast is okay?"
"It's fine, there aren't many cars around here," Durin replied casually—only to be stopped by a group of officers at the very next intersection.
