Chapter 197 Full of Holes

The township was packed with buildings. Narrow alleys crisscrossed throughout, with webs of tangled electrical wires overhead. Nancy pulled up at the entrance of an alleyway and stepped out of her car. Dressed head to toe in haute couture, Nancy stood out sharply against the locals. Curious gazes followed her as she walked, yet she remained unbothered. Spotting a kindly-looking middle-aged woman, she approached and asked, "Excuse me, where does Daniel Lewis live?" The woman gave Nancy a wary once-over, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "What do you want with him?" Nancy pulled out a few bills from her wallet and handed them over. The woman's eyes lit up at once, and the wariness on her face immediately turned into a friendly look. "Are you talking about that drunkard? He lives in that building there. He's on the third floor, the last door down the hall." "Thank you," Nancy replied before heading in the direction the woman indicated. She hadn't even reached the entrance of the b