CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Glance darting, the dark littered street was narrow, a cramped area encroached by barbed wire. I looked up to see shoes hanged on the line and underwears flagging out some building in the neighborhood.. just like my hostel. Then I darted my head down to see stagnant water in potholes.

The bricks on the walls were cracked and I could see bold writings on the buildings closer to my view:

'Fuck off my property!!'

'No pissing on my wall'

'Pussy is good'

'You are a dead man'

'Leo fucked ur bitch'

'Dick head'

'Pussy 4 sale, call ur gurl Julie'

and lots more... 

I brought out my inhaler in my bag and administered it in my mouth, trying to stay calm. This place looks like where 85% of the residents have a record for committing crime. It frightened me even more. 

Meanwhile, Jason was binding his motorbike to a chain. This is never done in the big city. I'll assume it was for secur