Su Mengcheng, harboring a sense of unease, followed the man quietly into a dark and narrow alley. The alley was thick with the scent of damp rot, and the walls were covered in mottled moss.
Wang Dalai couldn't wait to pull out a steamed bun. He brought it to his nose, took a deep breath, and his face instantly lit up with delight as he shouted, "It smells so good!"
He began to wolf it down immediately, grease staining the corners of his mouth. In the blink of an eye, both buns were completely devoured. Wang Dalai licked his fingers, clearly still craving more. A look of dissatisfaction crossed his face, and he muttered viciously:
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