Chapter 1099: Good Neighbors

In the next moment, the stone marker beside No. 9527 swung open and a man stepped out. He was an old man-more precisely, a lecherous old man-and, to be exact, the very same peddler who hawked "treasures" outside the gate of Youdu City. Frank Yale froze. The old man froze too. Wait-he bought a place? The old man flicked a look at the jade plaque hanging from Frank Yale's waist; his expression turned as vivid as Frank's had earlier. A dozen days ago, the youth in front of him had been a pauper...