Oh, speaking of prosthetic body doctors, there seems to be one in this building, right?
"Old Wei, Old Wei? How come? Not here?"
Wei frowned at the locked garage, then at the empty parking lot and building.
Why is it so deserted...
I remember it used to be quite bustling; weren't there people selling wontons, playing ball, doing drugs, experiencing Super Dream, operating vending machines, coming and going?
Why can't I see anyone other than that Maria...
Just as he was zoning out and walking out of the building, suddenly a floating sports car zoomed in, kicking up a whirlwind, blowing sand and dust in Wei's face.
"Ptooey! XXX! Corporate dogs!"
Wei shouted angrily.
The sports car, however, totally ignored the envy, jealousy, and hate of the pedestrians, looping around to the side of the building before opening its door.
