Gino led him to the back of the boxing gym.
The staff passage was filled with stacked goods, and gang members sneaking a smoke and watching prohibited Super Sensing Chips during patrol time.
The corridor was lit by only a few dim lights.
She lifted the plastic sheeting and nimbly climbed onto the pile of junk.
John followed behind Gino's rear, crawling through an old abandoned pipe section...
They actually ended up on the second floor of the boxing gym.
"This is the storage area, and my temporary bedroom too."
Gino and Macao both relied on running the boxing gym to make a living. Compared to the often-vacant rental apartment, the few square meters of this cubicle contained the girl's childhood and most of her youth.
John stood on the creaky scaffolding, and if he listened closely, he could hear various noises coming from the gaps.
The bustling customers.
The languid whispers in the dark corners of the mall.
