The rains in Fauxville had yet to subside, but it was still the best time to visit this third-tier city at the edge of the state. It was a few hours away from the capital, and the ambiance was rather lovelier in Levi's perspective. He grew up in a low-tier city as well, so he was more at home in Fauxville than in Gideon City. It was just that Fauxville was also a violence hotspot.
When the cab refused to go past the bridge that served as Fauxville's entrance, Levi just had to get off and walk to the hotel on his own. He was advised not to show off his badge, but he should not be scared to show off his gun. That was a weird request, but Levi knew how third-tier cities were.
"We don't get visitors here. Are you here for a job?" the receptionist asked when she handed him the keys. Her eyes stuck to his face as if words were written on it.
