"Sixteen!?" Lin Hui dodged the broom, suspicion written all over his face. He carefully sized up the old man before him once more.
White hair, white brows, white beard, a face full of wrinkles, sagging skin, and age spots covering his face and neck.
Sixteen, my ass??
"Why not say you're only six?" he said speechlessly.
"How do you know the people serving time in this godforsaken place aren't only six years old?" The old man pointed at a long-haired old woman watering potted plants in a shop across the street.
"That one's nine this year. Do you believe it?"
"..." Lin Hui stared at the old man as if he were an idiot. "Do you believe that yourself?"
"Looks like you really came here knowing absolutely nothing." The old man did not flare up again. Instead, he sighed and set down his broom.
He turned and went back into the shop, pulled out a chair, and dropped heavily into it.
A faint scent of tobacco hung in the shop, while scattered gray ash lay across the rosewood tabletop.
The old man flipped the book he had been reading shut and laid it on the table. Leaning back in his chair, he let out a breath.
"Go on, what do you want to ask? To be honest, it's been years since I've seen someone as strange as you. If your status is good, why didn't you take a Moth Car into the tower? If your status is bad, why are you strolling around here so leisurely, not worrying at all about the Void Field emitted by the tower?"
"I just have a little Inner City authorization on me." Lin Hui told the truth.
"Authorization? That thing can only withstand the Void Field temporarily. Stay too long, and it'll be used