Chapter 49: Treasured Potion

Poseidon City, a blend of new in the south and old in the north.

The buildings lining the streets were aged, with silt accumulated in the rain gutters and sewage pooling along the curbs. The pedestrians passing by had a certain air of decay about them.

An old man sat in the alley, his jacket washed so often it had turned a faded white. His black felt hat, coated with grease or possibly made from reflective fabric, caught the sunlight, sending a gleam into the air.

Xia Zhou halted at the corner of the commercial street.

The underground order here was controlled by two different gangs, and the street in front of him served as the dividing line between their territories.

Beneath the street lamp on his left stood a convertible.

A few men in waistcoats and shirts, suspender straps draped over their shoulders, leaned against the car smoking.

On the right-hand street corner, several hand carts were laid with straw. The handle of a club protruded from one.