Mai Mingle thanked her again and again. Even after Huangli got in the car, Mai Mingle waved vigorously, watching her leave. 'Who says young people are apathetic these days? I just met a good kid, didn't I?'
But Mai Mingle never expected that after obtaining the Hunter Family Faction's contact information with relative ease, her next objective would be even harder to find than the Morgan Family: a public phone booth.
'Weren't they all over the place before?'
But now, she could walk for what felt like hours and not see a single one. When she finally spotted one and went inside, she didn't see a telephone, but rather the word "WI-FI"—next to a fan-like symbol made of three curved lines.
'What's this for?'
Mai Mingle wandered the streets for at least thirty minutes before she finally accepted the reality: public phone booths had, it seemed, been rendered obsolete.
