Bab 515: Pain (2)

"Phew…"

Luo Di slowly exhaled, blowing white mist from his mouth. He looked up at the worn-down, slightly yellowish shop. He grasped his right arm, and slowly walked into the shop.

The interior of the shop was dimly lit. There was a bowl of soup left on the counter, only the noodles were eaten. A pair of wet chopsticks was left on the side. The wet stains formed two lines on the glass countertop.

The clock on the wall ticked away. The second hand would occasionally rub against some metallic object and creak.

"I'm going to trouble you again, Madhu," Luo Di said in a deep voice.

His initially strong, big, and tall body was currently emaciated, and even his bones protruded under his skin. His whiskers had long been neglected, while his eyes were sunken, which made him look thin and pallid.

A bright-eyed middle-aged man stood up slowly from behind the counter. This man seemed skinnier than the current Luo Di.