He put his hands in his pockets and walked along the street.
"Hey handsome, want to play? It's really cheap!"
...
Along the way, women with heavy makeup and some charm leaned against the wall, waving at Kroos.
Kroos didn't glance at them, continued walking.
More than an hour later.
Kroos reached a corner at the city's edge, lifted a sewer lid and jumped down to the bottom.
He followed the narrow underground passage in front of him, leaving Doragla's Ball underground.
Not long after, a disguised cover on a rocky ground outside lifted, and Kroos crawled out.
Eighty degrees of heat immediately surged at him.
Kroos ignored the heat, silently walking forward.
Two hours later, Kroos distanced from Sin City and reached a desolate wilderness.
He sat against a weathered boulder, raised his left wrist's watch, tapped a few times.
Then pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one in his mouth, taking a deep drag, slowly exhaling the smoke.
...
