Soon, Song Heping led the two to the edge of the shantytown area.
"The fish market is just ahead!"
Song Heping growled, pointing to a row of low shops not far away.
This is the edge of Pier No. 3 area.
Pier No. 3 is a fishing pier, and the shops selling seafood are inside the pier area, densely packed. Now it's quiet, but judging from the scale, it used to be very lively.
Finally, they found the meeting point. Recalling the close-range gunfight earlier, Antonov spat and wiped the dust off his face: "This damned place is livelier than Chechnya!"
Nura's eyes scanned the surroundings above her scarf cautiously: "Something's not right... It's too quiet."
The vendors at the fish market had already evacuated, leaving only smashed wooden boxes and scattered fish entrails.
Many shop signs hung askew, the doors ajar, with no light seeping out.
