Chapter 229 Trusted Person

• The night in Widow's Lane was the same old, with dim red lights illuminating the small and dilapidated house.
• The atmosphere on the old and narrow alley was gloomy, exuding a hint of subtlety, as if someone was whispering into the night wind, luring people to step into the dangerous low door.
• The women were still standing at the door of the dilapidated house, waiting to serve. Half of their faces were hidden in the dark. Their clothes were exposed, exhaling rings of smoke as they stretched out their scarlet painted nails to bargain with the guests.