Framing "K"?
He Ao's footsteps blended into the densely packed crowd, then quickly slipped away from it. He passed through a long, dark alley, raised his head, and looked ahead.
Three figures were moving swiftly through the alley.
None of the three was fat. The one in the middle was the tallest, while the two on either side were shorter.
They moved incredibly fast, concealed beneath the alley's shadows like a cold wind passing through.
Soon, they turned through several alleys in succession and arrived at an old, abandoned building.
"This is the place, right?" the shorter man on the left asked slowly as he looked at the scattered tents on the first floor.
"It should be," the taller middle-aged man replied, lightly nodding as he looked at the confused homeless people in the tents.
"These people are curled up here like bugs in a gutter," the short man on the right sneered as he watched the figures. "Disgusting."
"The target's income should be fairly high," the short man on the left said hoarsely. "Why would he live in a slum like this?"
"According to our information, his income is high, but so are his expenses," the tall man lowered his voice. "He applied for personal bankruptcy long ago. He demands cash payments for all his income, and with a credit score like his, he basically can't rent housing from the corporations."
"But even if he can't rent corporate housing, private landlords should still be willing to rent to him as long as he pays enough," the short man on the right said doubtfully. "Why come live in a place like this?"
"Enough. Don't ask so many questions," the tall man snorted. "Just follow the original plan."
As he spoke, he rubbed his cheeks, pulled several anti-Skvis stickers from his