In front of an old building with mottled walls.
Ma Donghe looked up at the red lantern sign hanging above.
"Authentic beauty, passionate foreign girls, choose and pick as you please, please go up to the third floor B."
Next to it were various colorful and attractive small advertisements.
He cautiously looked back to see if anyone was watching him.
Then he quickened his pace and slipped inside.
At this time, it was not yet dark, and the building seemed very deserted.
He could only vaguely hear the coughing of residents and the sound of a radio broadcasting a soccer game.
Ma Donghe found unit B on the third floor and stood in front of a rusty iron grille door.
There was a curtain hanging behind the door, blocking the view.
He lifted it slightly, peeked inside, and muttered to himself:
"This should be the place..."
After thinking for a moment, he looked down at his still healing right hand and then turned to leave.
