Abel turned his head and started talking about his history with Payton.
"I was in a really bad spot back then, almost starving to death on the streets. The Boss took me in."
His tone was casual, but his eyes held a deep sense of gratitude.
"Don't look at how weird the Boss's temper can be; he's actually a good person. I've worked under him for years and haven't suffered a bit. It's just that his health..."
Leilani glanced at him but didn't speak.
Abel had a flashy appearance—full sleeve tattoos, ear piercings, and a prominent canine tooth when he smiled. At first glance, he looked like a delinquent, but his behavior revealed a straightforward and warm-hearted nature. He was a good kid at heart.
Half an hour later, Abel brought her to a five-story, dilapidated residential building.
"This is it!" He pointed to a window on the third floor. "I live on the second floor, Payton lives on the first, and you'll be on the third. It's convenient for everyone."
Leilani nodded and followed him upstairs. The stairwell was narrow and steep, the walls plastered with various flyers. Occasionally, the sound of a television or the sizzle of cooking could be heard from behind the doors.
On the third floor, Abel took out a key and opened a door. "A university student rented this before. They just moved out, so it's been cleaned up nicely."
He pushed the door open and motioned for Leilani to take a look. The room wasn't large, but it had good lighting. There was a single bed, a desk, and a simple wardrobe. In the corner was a small kitchenette and a private bathroom.
Leilani looked around and found it acceptable. "This will do."
Abel leaned in with a grin. "How about it? Not bad, right? For this location and price, it's a steal!"
Leilani glanced at him sideways. "Do you moonlight as a real estate agent?"
Abel laughed. "Nah, I just help the neighbors connect with people. It helps to show face."

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