Chapter 149 Taste Despair

• The place Zhang Jin picked to meet Elin Svenson was an old, run-down complex, a plain little apartment inside.
• There was barely any furniture, so the place felt bare and echoey. In the living room sat a single couch. Zhang Jin lounged there watching TV—a clunky old set caked in dust, blaring loud and harsh.
• Elin wrinkled her nose at the damp smell hanging in the air, then praised him with a thin smile: “You really think things through, Mr. Zhang. Hiding your people in spots like this—no wonder the cops can’t find them.”