Old Tiger Zhao's nostrils flared wide, as if catching something… special.
The air here definitely carried something he wanted.
He couldn't quite place it, but it felt good.
Hao's greeting snapped Old Tiger Zhao out of it.
"…"
Old Tiger Zhao blinked, his eyes locking with Hao's.
"Kid." Old Tiger Zhao muttered, his voice rough, yet oddly relaxed.
"Where am I? This ain't the usual outhouse, is it?"
Hao stared at Old Tiger Zhao. "…"
'What? Did… did this old man just say outhouse?
Outhouse? That's basically a comfort room, right? Hao frowned, his mind racing.
Is he really talking about an outhouse?
His mind did a double-take.
'Wait, are you telling me…' Hao thought, connecting the dots. The door… was connected to a public outhouse?
Freaking shit.
Literal shit.
Of all the places for this new door to lead to, it had to be linked to a dumping ground?
What if someone bursts in here rushing to plant a bomb, would they be planting their C4 right on the floor here?
Oh hell nah.
