The moment Xiang Yi noticed someone had apparently gone to report his whereabouts, he started keeping a careful eye on his surroundings.
But after a long while, all he picked up on was the weight of multiple gazes fixed on him. Nobody actually stepped out to confront him.
Before he knew it, he had drifted closer to the parts of the Southwest City District that had once seen some degree of urban planning.
The streets were noticeably wider here, and the buildings that lined them were arranged in orderly rows.
Still, those buildings had long since been absorbed into the district's overall aesthetic — swallowed up by corrugated metal sheeting and all manner of junk piled around them.
The whole area still felt chaotic, carrying that same atmosphere of decay and dilapidation shot through with tension and conflict.
