C357 Chapter 357

In the dim little rental room, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and stale booze, mixed with the sour stench of instant noodles. The table was littered with half-eaten noodle cups. Guu Lang rubbed his head; the unhealthy routine had his skull splitting. But Gu Lijue’s people were out there looking for him everywhere. He didn’t dare step outside without thinking