Chapter 230
The environment in the urban village really wasn’t great.
The place was lively, sure, but the transient population was simply too large. There was no guaranteeing the quality of the people there, and filth and disorder could be seen everywhere.
Song Xiaotian and I had a hard time finding that guesthouse.
It really was deserted. A four-story building, ten rooms per floor by rough count, forty rooms in total-and only three had their lights on.
When we went in to get a room, the owner looked extremely nervous.
“You two want a room? Are you sure?”
I said we were sure.
“Then I’ll make this clear in advance. If anything goes missing, don’t come asking me to pay for it.”
The owner was a chubby man in his forties. With a worried look on his face, he said to us, “If you’ve got cash or valuables on you, you’d be better off not staying here.”