Chapter 187: Memories
As for "the wind is picking up"—Gu He had just made Wine Flower spout some random bullshit.
If Pandora and this Doomsday clan man really knew each other, it would make it look like the situation had changed.
To his surprise, it actually worked.
'Looks like Lorna was right,' Gu He said in his mind. 'Doomsday clan members showing up at the same time definitely means something weird is going on.'
Wine Flower grew even more nervous. She tried her hardest to keep the mask's expression completely still as she followed the man in the white hazmat suit. They wove through the bustling streets for a stretch before turning into a dilapidated alley.
It was only slightly less crowded here than on the main street, with plenty of pedestrians still walking by.
AC units droned overhead, and tangles of old, messy wires hung exposed. The shop walls on either side were plastered in colorful but peeling graffiti, and further down, call girls leaned against the brickwork, smoking.
"What's wrong?" the Doomsday clan man finally asked once there was no one nearby. It seemed he really did know Pandora.
"Money," Gu He had Wine Flower say lightly.