Leaving Mr. Gold's villa, Byrne didn't head back immediately but instead strolled through the bustling center of Fein City. People around him hurried by, always with many things to do, seeming far busier than the folks in Nasir.
He could fully sense the vibrancy and vitality of the city, yet he also faintly perceived that overly rapid development wasn't necessarily a good thing.
And those dirty piles of garbage scattered everywhere brought back memories of the plague he had experienced in his childhood, triggering many terrifying recollections in his mind.
"Sooner or later, the development planning of Fein City must be thoroughly intervened by the city hall, otherwise, it will definitely lead to chaos."
Suddenly, as Byrne walked along the street, he was drawn to a tailor's shop.
Displayed in the tailor's shop were clothes of considerable quality, evidently made with fine craftsmanship suited for high-status individuals, which held his gaze for a long time, unable to turn away.
