Liu Zheng entered the men's locker room.
The space inside was quite large, with all the lockers being old-fashioned wooden ones, some showing signs of moisture damage.
If this were in reality, he guessed he would turn around and leave.
And they dared to charge him a thousand yuan for this, isn't it better to go straight to the Cadillac owners' group chat to probe for information?
Cough, don't get him wrong, Liu Zheng doesn't have a Cadillac; infiltrating the chat was for work purposes.
But in Metropolis, he didn't have much of a choice.
Compared to the outrageous price of a hundred thousand yuan for a bath with a fire hydrant, a thousand yuan for an "Elderly Happy Bath" seemed quite nice.
"8808."
Liu Zheng looked at his token and searched for his among the rows and rows of lockers.
Soon, he found his target in the southeast corner.
Using the key to open the locker door, there was nothing inside but a bottle that looked like shampoo.
