"Splash."
His shoe sank into the sewage, splashing up a large spray of murky water.
A rat, no smaller than a cat, darted past Li Yan in fright. The air was thick with the stench of decay emanating from the fish ball processing plant behind the building.
Regardless of the legendary tales that Kowloon Walled City might hold in the eyes of later generations, filth and decay were its defining characteristics. The decadent and extravagant places within the walled city were something Li Yan could never experience.
A bunch of keys encircled Li Yan's thumb, belonging to a room in this dilapidated apartment building.
The keys were given to him by Red Ghost as a welcoming gift, ensuring he wouldn't have to share a room with the lower-level boxers. It was only a fifteen-minute walk from Lung Tsu
