Chapter 88
With one bottle of rum, obtaining blood from four individuals, totaling 800ml, Aiden headed straight for the post office.
The post office mentioned by the junk dealers was just a few minutes’ walk away, right next to the road leading to the city center.
Moreover, for a post office, it was considerably large, resembling a building the size of a typical large mart.
Aiden entered through the main entrance as instructed by the junk dealers.
“...”
The first things he saw were the reception and lobby, where customers were greeted.
Aiden moved beyond the reception to a corridor for employees. In that corridor, the third room on the right was where he needed to go.
Standing in front of the firmly closed door, Aiden knocked.
After a moment, with a creaking sound, the door opened.
“I haven’t seen you before. Are you a junk dealer?”
The one who spoke to Aiden was a black man in his forties.
With sharp features, he sat at a desk inside the room.