"Why not go and see for yourself?" Ye Chen sneered coldly.
Feng Zhixiao quickly nodded, then hurriedly led Ye Chen toward a bungalow on Coastal Road. This area of Coastal Road was near the urban-rural fringe, so it was quite chaotic, with various forces entrenched, a mix of fish and dragons. People had to be on their guard at all times.
Under Feng Zhixiao's guidance, the group entered a low bungalow, turning left and right, until they finally arrived in front of a dilapidated house.
Knock, knock, knock...
Feng Zhixiao immediately went forward and knocked on the door. Some shirtless men with tattoos all over their bodies came out from the bungalow to see what was going on.
"Hey, Zhixiao, when did you start visiting the slums to get a feel of the people?" a bald guy curiously asked Feng Zhixiao.
