After leaving the slums, Hunter sniffed the smell all over him. Billy's low-rent house was filled with various unpleasant odors.
His face blanched as he darted his eyes on the moldy takeout food packaging which was rotting in the corner. There were also scattered empty liquor bottles never cleaned up. While the stench of dead rats and cockroaches was all decomposing on the wall. He even found a few plastic bottles filled with an unknown liquid in the corner of Billy's bed.
Only unclean people like him could live in such a disgusting environment. He just could not understand why Ann would give up a dignified and honest university professor for such a scumbag.
He shook his head and hurriedly dialed King Blake's number. At the moment it connected, he heard a few low coughs from the other side which made him so worried. "King Blake, it’s done."
And because he could not hear his response, Hunter asked. "King Blake, are you feeling okay now?"