Xia Na lightly shook her head and replied, "I don't know what's going on either... I remember I came to the Lower City District once a long time ago, and all the neighborhoods I saw looked just like the ones we just passed by."
Upon seeing that neighborhood, I thought the Lower City District was still the same..."
Just as Xia Na finished speaking, the vehicle came to a sudden stop.
The burly white man leading the other party's convoy got out of the car, a white man with a scar on his face, and waved his hand at Chen Che's group.
"Come on, let's get out of the car and take a look at the true face of this gang leader."
The car door opened, and Chen Che got out with Xia Na, somewhat puzzled to find that the place they were brought to was not an office building or a heavily guarded gang headquarters.
It was a marketplace.
A marketplace made up of metal sheds, wooden sticks, and tarps.
