Ta. Ta. Ta. Yuan Zhou walked, his footsteps crisp and clear with the leather shoes he was wearing, giving off a professional look.
This place was, in fact, a village within the city of Chengdu. The environment was rather poor, and the buildings along the street were in worse condition compared to the buildings at Taoxi Road. The buildings were comparatively shorter as well.
At Taoxi Road, there were still seven-floor old-style residential buildings. Yet here, most of the buildings were old-style brick and tile buildings, with the doors facing each other. As for the unit number, only dark spots were left and the numbers could no longer be seen clearly.
But Yuan Zhou seemed familiar with this place. Without checking the unit numbers, he directly headed toward a certain direction.
When he reached a crossing, a tiny house laid before him. The door of this house was an old wooden door. A padlock hung on it.
