The subway pipe network in Lanton Lower City is intricate and complex, and anyone without a map can easily get lost within it.
To use a rather inappropriate metaphor, this place looks like a perfect breeding ground for cunning thieves.
Rusty steam sprays from the cracks in the pipes overhead, condensing and dripping onto the moss-covered stone slabs at their feet.
The air is filled with a complex stench of motor oil mixed with rotting garbage, with people playing hide-and-seek in corners, setting up filthy stalls to sell all kinds of oddities ranging from muddy plant roots to mysterious crystal pendants.
This is the Grey Rat Nest.
Compared to the survivors led by the Mechanical God Sect, these people in the Lower City live relatively well.
Jenny led Li Mumu to a hidden corner, pushed open the concealed door in the wall, revealing a room barely clean enough to be called a safe house.
"Wait here, the boss wants to see you."
"Professor Moriaty?"
