"Is this the place?"
Fifth Street was still bustling close to eleven o'clock.
Drunken men and women, young people in bizarre outfits, and those who seemed high and staggering around filled the street.
At this hour, Fifth Street was definitely not a good place, at least not for Sam. To him, it represented the darker side of a bustling city.
A place overflowing with material desires, filled with chaos and lust.
Of course, it was also the perfect breeding ground for criminal activities.
Louis, standing beside him, nodded.
"Last time, I saw him here..."
Sam looked at him curiously.
"How did you find him here?"
Louis hesitated before answering, "Lily told me... he might be here."
"So you just came because she said so? Weren't you afraid of the danger?"
Sam found it both amusing and pitiful.
This world is like that. Most people lament losing their innocence, yet they are often the ones who bully the honest.
