"Card Master, what brings you home so early today? Did you close the game room?"
As the Card Master approached the door of an apartment, an elderly woman doing laundry nearby called out to him.
At the same time, she looked at Sun Yan and Sosia with some confusion; in a place like Youma Community, it was rare to see visitors dropping by for a look.
Unless they were tenants or squatters, who would choose to live in a place where utilities were so inconvenient?
"You old hag, you talk too much. Just wash your clothes," the Card Master grumbled irritably.
He then led Sun Yan and Sosia into the apartment. Youma Community had been established a long time ago, so the hallways inside these apartments were very old.
The peeling walls exposed the cement layer beneath.
The railings were rusted, and the wood had rotted and split into web-like cracks, as if a touch would shatter them.
