The shadows, fragmented by the heterogeneously colored neon lights, became sparse.
The odor of various synthetic condiments overpowered the stench of the slum itself, mingling with the rising steam and blending into the sounds of people's laughter and the general hustle and bustle.
If one listened carefully, the alleyway also harbored indescribable sounds: demands for money during robberies, cries of alarm from theft victims, gunshots...
At the stall, Jack was devouring a bowl of synthetic beef noodles.
The news on the stall broadcasted:
"The gang riot in Watson North District continues, with incessant gunfire, and residents are living in fear..."
V, holding his chopsticks, pointed at Lille, "Let me get this straight, there are still quite a few places involved in the gunfight: the warehouse of Respectable Logistics, the oil storage;
Jianli Group and Biodynamic's chemical warehouse and prosthetics shop... What does this mean, the Vortex Gang has threatened so many companies?"