John parked his car and passed through the low-rent district, where the alleyways grew broader.
Here, there's a boulevard that leads directly to the city ring road, spacious and convenient for transport. Discarded debris piles up into mountains on the wastelands, forming the boundary of the market.
The people brushing past him hailed from all sorts of professions, no longer just muscle-bound and uniquely styled Edge Walkers. There were regular workers in overalls and jackets, ordinary girls dressed normally, not Sex Dolls nor hackers or any life-threatening type of person — just ordinary girls, even children. Their territory spanned from the slums to the open-air market.
John passed through them and finally saw the sign.
[Shop - Chen's]
A large traditional Chinese character [Chen] was spray-painted manually on the warehouse wall, with the lower part obscured by messy oil stains, making the original small characters hard to decipher.
