Across the complex, bright, and overwhelming street paths, all kinds of men and women walked.
They all looked different, whether in terms of body shape and size, or even hair and skin color. Their faces were covered in all kinds of colorful drawings, and their arms were all kinds of tattoos.
People came and went, and the streets were reminiscent of a bustling postmodern movie setting.
By this time, Yuchi had already found out where Zhang Tiangang was. He was in room 12213 on the 122th floor of the Department of Inspection building.
He took a detour.
Amidst the darkness of the alleys, Yuchi traversed the city.
All sorts of roars, yells, and cries of grievance rang incessantly in his ears.
It was endless.
Then, he looked toward the entrance of the alley he was in.
