Suburbs of Mexico City.
This place is desolate, even drug traffickers can't be bothered to come here at night.
The plots on TV are all bullshit, as if drug deals in this kind of remote wilderness wouldn't get busted.
It's more conspicuous this way, goddamn!
This is Mexico, where people trade in glittering KTVs; why the hell come here?
Under the moonlight, you can see a small house, covered in cobwebs, looking like it's been abandoned for quite some time.
"Woof!"
The deep growling of the dog made Song Wu tense all over, his scalp tingling. His head was covered, his vision obscured, but his body was tightly bound, which was the most terrifying part.
Suddenly, the hood was loosened, and as it was removed, the abrupt light forced his pupils to adjust defensively. It took a good while before he adapted. As he just lifted his head, he saw a ferocious dog staring at him, drool hanging from its mouth, its sharp teeth gleaming.
