C53 Let Go of Your Claws

Outside the hotel, the night had already fallen into darkness.

Ah Bao's lips maintained a faint smile as he led Yumao through several winding turns.

They were surrounded by pitch-black alleys—forget finding lobsters, there wasn't even a single vendor in sight.

"Uncle, have we arrived yet?"

Yumao, walking ahead, had a ghostly pale face, her small hands hidden in her sleeves quivering slightly