The old streets, old buildings, and even the old sewers constantly emitted the odor of decaying, ancient refuse. This place seemed like a slice of an old district cut out from memories over 50 years ago, even the air exuded a sense of bygone eras.
What surprised Bai Xiong even more was that this street was actually near his own factory, except he had never visited it before.
Five minutes later, he walked into an apartment building.
Every inch of this place seemed to devour the light, turning the entire staircase into a path leading towards the unknown darkness while emitting the unsettling creak of wooden planks.
This place... resembled the gathering spots of drug addicts in the movies.
On the third floor, in front of a room.
There was no door number, no peephole—just a piece of wood with a lock hole drilled on its edge.
This was the location mentioned by the vagrant.
