Slums have always been synonymous with filth and disorder: narrow paths littered with waste water, toilets filled with an unbearable stench, mottled walls, and thick old trees that seemed to grow from nowhere all combined to form the dirty lice beneath the city's glamorous fur, representing both the most rustic and the most discordant parts of the city.
Walking through the shadow-covered alleys, Gu Tao saw various data coordinates and the movement trajectory of his target, as well as his current location, displayed in his visor as if he had enabled cheats in a shooting game, while the two kids following him strutted forward with fervent enthusiasm.
"Quiet your footsteps," Gu Tao slightly turned his head, "The target is within fifty meters of us."
