Chapitre 377: Hunger

The door closed with a slam. It was so loud that one would think that the door broke from that.

A sick-looking man with a running nose and a dirty, long coat stepped out of his room. It looked like he was currently having the flu, and he seemed very poor.

Rumble—Ambrose suddenly felt his stomach rumbling with hunger.

'I ate a few hours ago, and I am again hungry…' He thought to himself.

"Excuse me, young man." The sick-looking man stayed near the wall and walked past him. "Mind letting this old man pass…"

"Oh, sorry." Ambrose stepped aside and watched as the sick-looking man entered the restaurant car, closing the door behind him.

As he was about to walk past the sick-looking man's room, he smelled something decaying. He covered his nose and looked at the room with a worrying frown.

'What a disgusting stench. Has something died in there?'

"Sheesh…" Ambrose pinched his nose and walked away from the room and the smell.