The emaciated Lai Jie walked slowly along the streets of the Dock District on Stalactite Island.
His footsteps were light, as if stepping on cotton, but it was unavoidable. He hadn't eaten for three days and could hardly keep himself going on water alone.
After half an hour, he finally made his way into a small alley at the edge of the docks, a place popular among the crew.
But now, not a single crew member was in sight, only scantily clad women lifting the pink curtains of the doorway chatting with one another.
"Hey, ever since the Governor started the war, the docks have shut down. No more customers, and going on like this, I'll be poor enough to be picking dead fish on the seaside."
"Come on, at least you got some business yesterday. I haven't had a single one in three days... Hey, look, that blond kid is back."
The prostitutes looked at Lai Jie with a hint of hostility. No reason was needed for hatred among peers.
