"Old Hank?"
This was the name of the previous owner of the blacksmith shop, from whom Levi had rented it.
"No wonder this old fellow stopped operating and the rent is so low. It's because of these people that he can't continue operating."
Levi's heart skipped a beat. The outer urban area was too chaotic. The gangs were in power, and the security officers of the Holy City did not care much.
In fact, the city was in chaos.
On one hand, they didn't have the ability to interfere. On the other hand, they probably didn't want to interfere.
They could only let the low-class people in the outer city continue to fall into meaningless internal strife. In the midst of internal strife, they would be constantly troubled by all kinds of small conflicts and be bullied by superficial enemies, such as gangs.
