There is indeed someone here.
In such a desolate place, even for a brief moment, a car engine running is enough to draw attention.
Fu Qian also noticed that while they were talking, someone was already peeking downstairs.
And it seemed like Mr. Huck even knew who the peeper was.
"Not working today, Ed?"
As they got out of the car, almost as soon as they knocked, the door opened from the inside.
A burly red-haired man came out in loungewear, looking a bit puzzled.
In contrast, Huck showed no surprise, greeting him casually.
"I'm off today, Mr. Huck. Is there something you need?"
It was obvious that Huck was quite respected here. Ed's tone held not just the caution one has when the police come but also a respect for an elder.
"We're looking for someone. Can we come in and talk?"
Huck maintained his usual style, showing little emotion, his gaze laid-back.
The reason he gave was slightly euphemistic.
