Chapter 128: Pan
This morning, Gu He walked out of the Bantian Apartments sporting massive dark circles under his eyes.
No one could get a good night's sleep surrounded by a group of women singing karaoke and stopping occasionally to tease him.
They certainly had their fun, but his personality integrity had only recovered to 75%, while his gigolo value managed to break into Tier 5 at 9%.
As Gu He left, Mr. Bantian stood guarding the entrance. The old man looked at him with completely disheartened eyes and said, "If there's a problem with your body, go find Little Cai and swap it for a working one. I'll foot the bill."
On the way to the Fishpond, he noticed that the streets were much calmer than last night.
But traces of the protest still lingered. The streets were littered with trash waiting to be cleaned up, and the street rats had returned to divvy it up.
The attitude of the Kabukicho Streets toward these street rats was quite subtle.
It was fine for the street rats to eat scraps from a hundred households, but eating from the factories was unacceptable.
Because eating factory food meant a short life. The streets couldn't take care of everyone; they could only offer the kids a chance to grow up on them.