The dilapidated building reeked of corruption everywhere.
Trash was piled in front of every door, and the wooden stairs creaked.
Qiu Tong followed the old gangster's directions and found the room. She looked down at the GPS on her phone and saw the flashing red dot.
The man who had attacked Ye Luan was squatting behind the door. He was holding a cup of instant noodles, drinking tea and chewing on a stale steamed bun.
A phone placed on a paint bucket vibrated. He glanced at it and cursed before opening the message. "Damn you! You are paying me so little but I almost got arrested by the police. If you don't raise the price, I'll do this business with others!"
Qiu Tong took a step back when she heard the voice coming from inside. She then raised her leg and kicked open the ajar door.
The man's mouth was still half full when he finally read the message on his phone. His eyes widened in shock.
