Oliver looked around the laundromat. It was a proper fully functioning one with a row of washing machines and a row of dryers. A short old Chinese man and woman were folding and ironing clothes indifferently as the group of men, Tyson, Trisha, and Oliver walked past.
Oliver glanced at the old woman curiously. Wasn't she phased by this scene? After all, everyone in Chinatown knew who Tyson was.
But, the old woman simply smiled at him and continued what she was doing.
Soon, the group of men stopped in front of a wall. Oliver caught up and tugged Trisha on the sleeve. "What are we doing in here?" he asked.
At that moment, one of the men placed his palm against the wall and a hidden door suddenly opened.
Oliver looked at Trisha in surprise as she stepped through without even batting an eyelid.
