Snake Head Street was just as dirty and disordered as ever. It was a good thing that Fisher had been visiting during noon or afternoon. Had it been nighttime, this place would become truly "lively."
At that time, the filthy street would be populated either by drugged vermin, smugglers peddling various prized goods, or women selling their company for the night.
The environment here was terrible, nearly devoid of public facilities. Various crimes bred in this place. Even the police chief, when he came here, would end up stolen down to his underpants, which was why Old Jack wanted to move out so badly. This place was just too poor for his three lovely granddaughters.
When Fisher pushed open the door to Old Jack's tavern, his scarred face was staring blankly at the entrance. Only when the Nali Gentleman with a hand cane appeared before him did he let out a sigh of relief, a look of deep gratitude on his face.
