In the hall, Bi Fang, who had arrived as promised, immediately saw Matthew, who had been waiting once again. Hask had thoughtfully prepared fresh clothes for both of them to change into.
Matthew was dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt underneath and a narrow black tie. It fitted his salesman's physique perfectly, making him look every bit the elite of society, and most crucially, the stench of garbage was gone from him.
Bi Fang rubbed his nose. Despite having rested for an entire day, it seemed his nostrils could still detect a faint putrid smell.
It probably wouldn't get better for another week.
"You're finally here!" Matthew, on the other side, hurried over upon seeing Bi Fang and looked around suspiciously, as if there was something secretive going on.
Bi Fang raised an eyebrow: "Is there a problem?"
"A big problem!" Matthew confirmed that no one else was nearby before whispering, "Do you know who that old man you saved yesterday is?"
"Who?"
