Her gaze was dull and unfocused, as if she had lost interest in everything around her.
Furthermore, her facial muscles had atrophied, causing her cheeks to sink and her cheekbones to protrude sharply. She looked utterly gaunt.
These were the classic signs of a junkie.
Just then, Feng Mountain noticed that a number of local residents had gathered on the street. They were pointing and whispering in their direction, craning their necks with curiosity. Some had even raised their phones.
Seeing this, Feng Mountain walked right up to Yves and Valerie and said with a frown.
"Folks, unless you enjoy being gawked at like monkeys, I suggest we sit down and talk properly. How about we sort this out somewhere else?"
"Who's he?" Valerie didn't respond to Feng Mountain directly. Instead, she stared at him, her eyes a mixture of suspicion and confusion as she directed her question to Yves.
