Chapter 89: The Best Thieves in the Gang (2)

"Head to the bathroom and search there," Zachary said. "I'll tackle the kitchen."

"Search? In this dump?" Greg was having a mental meltdown. "You can barely fit in that bathroom, let alone find anything!"

"Just get on with it, Greg!"

The man stepped into Erik's cramped bathroom. The room was barely two meters in size, and only had a toilet and a small sink, above which hung a small mirror. A showerhead dangled from the wall above a drain embedded into the floor, which was made of tiles.

It was impossible to use the shower without wetting everything, but whoever built that room must have known what he was doing.

Greg couldn't help but feel sympathy for Erik. Even as a street thug, he lived in better conditions. The only time he didn't was when he lived on the streets. Erik had it better, but his situation wasn't the best.