The sun was blazing like a ball of fire and it burned one’s heart. There were bean-sized beads of sweat on Zhao Yu’s forehead, and he seemed a little impatient. He drank a whole bottle of water, but he still felt thirsty. He was in one of the alleys in the old city with Lan Bo to check on the car that the robbers had abandoned.
Though there were single-story houses in both the old city area and the General Temple area, this place was close to the city center, and most were Qinshan’s first residents. Many developers had laid eyes on this piece of land, but due to multiple reasons, they failed to demolish the buildings. In the long term, it affected the image of the city. So this place has been a headache for the government.
The place where the robbers had left the car was somewhere open yet remote. There was a public toilet right next to it. The toilet had an overwhelming stench and it was full of flies.