Lu Zhu's rented house was deep within the alley, where the road was uneven and a strangely-smelling drainage ditch lay nearby.
The walls on both sides were covered in gray, with dried, flaking red paint clinging to them.
They bore sentences that were quite horrifying like "pay back debts or your entire family dies".
Lu Zhu remarked, "All sorts of people live here. Keep your wallets and pagers safe; if you lose them, you definitely won't get them back."
Qu Ruorui pulled on Yue Qingqing's sleeve as they walked further in—she hadn't expected so many households could fit into such a narrow lane.
In one open courtyard enveloped in smoke, sounds of mahjong and poker drifted out. A few smoking hoodlums brightened up when they saw Yue Qingqing and whistled loudly.
Lu Zhu scowled and cursed, immediately annoying the hoodlums who prepared to charge over, but were held back by someone nearby.
That person said something to his companions and then pointed at his head.
