His tall frame made even the cheapest street stall clothes look imposing on him. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he exuded a mix of gangster and ruffian vibes, like a standout bully with good looks.
He just entered the stairwell of the residential building like that.
The residential building here was old and dated, with more than a decade under its belt. The once-white walls were now covered with a layer of haze, dull and grey, adorned with various colorful scribbles and plastered with small ads for door repairs and plumbing services.
Corners of the wallpaper were peeling off, exposing the grey cement underneath, and the floor was filthy.
The area was known for sandstorms, and a layer of dust covered the floors and window sills.
Lu Xiao ascended the stairs step by step.
The staircase was eerily quiet, as if he had entered a den. Besides his own footsteps, there was no other sound.
He climbed up one floor, two floors—
