Hearing the old man's words, Zhao Guang drove to the neighboring area.
That's right, just next door, our cylinder building only has two units. What the old man referred to as 'next door' is actually the neighborhood across the street, which takes a bit of time to reach on foot.
After parking the car, Zhao Guang ran into the residential area, where a crowd was gathered in a circle.
Nobody knew whether they were there to watch the excitement or something else, but they were all chattering away.
"It's that bar over there, and that bad kid. Everybody remember, don't get involved with that kid. Look at him, if it weren't for his addiction suddenly flaring up, he wouldn't even be aware."
On the ground, a young man was rolling around frantically, even trying to smash his head on the pavement, almost out of his mind.
An elderly woman, holding his head, was covered in tears.
If the young man hadn't been tied up completely, who knows what he might have done.
