As night fell, two black jeeps drove out of the factory and headed straight for the Border Slum Kiln.
After roughly an hour's drive along the southeastern line of the border, a few dim streetlights illuminated the winding path ahead.
Poor People's Kiln was located near the continuous hills, built against the mountains, with terrain that provided a natural defensive advantage.
Behind these hills lay the Primitive Forest, where Li Qiao had encountered Yun Lih years before.
Most of the structures in the Poor People's Kiln were bamboo houses scattered across the hills.
Ah Chang drove the car close to the entrance, flashed the headlights twice, and immediately someone came out to remove the wooden barrier.
Li Qiao sat in the back seat, silent. After three years away, she could still discern the changes in the Poor People's Kiln, even through the darkness outside the window.
