The slum area smelled like piss, with cheap brothels and gambling houses along the street. It was not the same place as the one Hazel visited to look for Luther. It was much worse.
Thankfully, Hazel didn't wear her beautiful dress. Both she and Ranon dressed modestly with baseball caps over their heads.
They looked like a young couple who had ventured to the wrong side of the city, but were not completely out of place because they could still see some other men and women around their age visiting the places along this street.
Ranon placed his hand on her waist, so they wouldn't be separated in this crowded street, while his sharp eyes were concealed under the cap.
"If you don't want to be here, you can wait in the car." Hazel could feel his irritation. She thought that Ranon had grown accustomed to luxury, so he hated being in such a dirty place.
However, that was not the case.
