Evan followed the boy Fack across two streets and arrived in front of a renovated apartment building for ordinary workers.
The whole neighborhood felt much like Gooding Street.
Cramped little apartments, laundry rooms with queues, and shops lining both sides of the street, plastered with signs and advertisements.
The dim alleys on either side were piled with garbage and slops dumped from upstairs.
But because of today's protest march, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets.
The two continued on their way and reached a cheap apartment on the south side of the street.
The apartment was in much the same condition as Evan's home.
Only the living conditions were even harsher.
There was no private bathroom or toilet.
To wash or relieve himself, he had to queue up with everyone else.
Once home, Fack hurriedly tidied away the adult magazines on the old coffee table, the liquor bottles piled on the sofa, and the cigarette butts scattered on the floor.
His face beneath his mask looked embarrassed as he spoke.
"Sorry. I don't get many visitors."
Evan smiled and nodded. "I understand. I used to live like this, too."
After closing the door firmly, with Fack watching curiously,
Evan reached behind himself and pulled out the Witch who had fainted earlier.
The questioning that followed went very smoothly.
The Witch had been terrified out of her wits by this mysterious, powerful Master, Evan, and spilled everything without hesitation.
They were peripheral members of the Merchants' Association Security Corps.
Simply put, they were off-the-books enforcers who handled the dirty work.
Their main duty was to deal with troublemakers who interfered, by whatever means, with the business of companies within the Merchants' Association.
Those troublemakers included people who had acquired Beyonder powers through unusual circumstances.
They also included organizers and foremen