I really can't understand why big villains always like to lurk in dark, moldy corners to plot the overthrow of the world. Derelict factories are always a great setting for gang shootouts, and grisly murders often inevitably accompany the barking of a dog passing by to "grab some soy sauce," as well as — the transactions of sin simply must be chosen in the wilderness where people seldom tread.
"Isn't that obvious? If you were a smuggler, would you set up a stall in a busy district with a sign saying 'Heroin Clearance Sale, Buy One Bag Get Two Free'?"
Dingdang's sharp tongue was as omnipresent as ever.
"Could you maybe disdain me without using such vividly detailed descriptions in the future..."
"Highlighting reality, highlighting reality ha," Dingdang said, sounding not at all embarrassed, "How are things on your end?"
