On the third floor—the highest in the housing area—a small group of over twenty people was resting.
Their leader lounged on the largest sofa, taking a key from the young man with silver foil-permed hair next to him.
"Where's the car parked?" he asked.
"Still downstairs," the young man replied.
"Mm." The leader nodded and jerked his chin. "Send two guys down to keep watch."
This game zone was especially vast, but vehicles were rare. They had snatched this one from a group of seven or eight. If they lost it, finding another would be close to impossible.
"Ok." The young man nodded, sat down, grabbed a piece of bread, and took two bites. Then he walked over to the tightly closed door and knocked twice.
"Old Chen, it's our turn to guard the vehicle today. Hurry up and come down."
A woman's flirtatious laugh came from inside. "Old Chen, you sure you're up for it?"
Then a loud slap echoed from inside the room, "When I get back, I'll show you just how damn capable I am!"