"The third one, quite easy."
Zheng Shiduo patted his hands and exited the narrow room.
Wang Jixuan bowed his head as he entered, burning the Mimic Blade Beast and 'Human Skin,' watching the flames flicker continuously.
They were still on the forty-sixth floor, at the edge of Joyful City's territory, in a slum made of piled-up discarded containers.
In the dim light of the surrounding street lamps, those figures lay and sat calmly and weakly inside and outside their 'homes.'
They were not curious about what had happened here.
Wan Xiaoqi squatted in front of several emaciated children, took out the emergency food from his person, and handed it over. The children reached out to grab it, then seemed to remember something and shrank back trembling.
Lin Bo, who stood by, sighed and said softly, "It's useless; without the gang's permission, they won't dare to eat it."
"Why?" Wan Xiaoqi's voice trembled slightly.
