Nero watched his retreating figure, his gaze faintly tinged with avaricious evil.
He always made full use of everything, just like those girls he had seized; until their deaths, they would bring him a continuous flow of money.
He wouldn't waste an ounce of value they could bring him.
He had heard that the woman in this man's home was very beautiful.
If Trenton Smith refused to agree, he wouldn't mind trading him for that woman.
After all, as the boss of this area, Trenton Smith, fighting solo, had no way to deal with him.
*
The sky was growing dark.
The street vendors along the road had already set up their stalls.
The most common thing here was boxed meals.
Cheap, convenient, and selling fast.
He walked over, bought dinner, and then used the remaining money to buy a small piece of cake. Cake was considered a luxury here, which cost him all of his remaining money.
