Yang Gang regained his composure and turned into an old alley. This was the oldest section of Hangcheng, once the most flourishing area. But now, it was known as the slums of Hangcheng.
As he stepped into these alleys, what greeted him was the scent of an older era, but more so, its destruction and desolation.
Yang Gang's expression remained neutral, lost in his thoughts.
Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed around him, "What do you think you're doing?!"
Then, a lewd voice replied, "Dressed like a tart, are you working girl? How much for the night?"
"Bug off!" The woman yelled back.
"Oh, pretending to be innocent, are we? You think we don't know what you do for a living? How many women who work in the massage parlour are not prostitutes? We'll give you ten dollars to spend the night with the two of us. Or else, we'll expose what you do over there." Another man threatened ominously.