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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

Li Yiming pulled up the collar of his jacket as he walked into a residential neighborhood in the old city, a place that gave him a better sense of security. 

He regretted not taking some money from the pile Pan Junwei had left. Without any cash, bank card, or ID card, getting anywhere was a tremendous challenge. After peeking at the surveillance camera attached to the power pole above his head, he walked out of the small alley. 

Li Yiming had wandered around the coffee shop for a while after the incident. It was a bitter pill to see Liu Meng and his friends siding with the police, since it meant that he could not go to them for help, at least...