North City, in front of a very simple house in a dirty and chaotic slum area.
Mu Yanluo looked at the dilapidated and dusty furniture inside, the sofa with exposed sponge on the corners, and the entire floor covered with unopened instant noodle boxes, and felt a pang of pain in her heart.
"You weren't discovered, were you?" Mr. Scar hunched over and came up. In just over a week, his entire spirit was gone. His hair had turned significantly white, his eye sockets were sunken, and he was emaciated, with eyes that were now glowing green from hunger.
"No, I was very careful." Mu Yanluo hurriedly opened her wallet and placed a hundred thousand cash on the worn-out wooden coffee table.
She didn't bring a card because it would be useless; Mr. Scar couldn't possibly withdraw the money, as it would be walking into a trap.
