Kieran was standing on Dublin Street.
Behind him was the wealthy district for the rich and in front of him was the slums for the less fortunate. Not only was the light on the street dimmed, a horrible sinful feeling lurked around the dark corners as well.
Hard smashing noises could be heard from metal rods onto someone's body and iron knives stabbed into flesh, bleeding the target out.
All the disturbing noises sounded like it occurred beside Kieran's ears with his A+ Intuition.
He carefully took in all the noises and tried to differentiate each of them.
After locking onto a single noise, he headed towards that direction.
Dublin Street was actually a complete block rather than a single street, including a couple of big factories and abandoned buildings. There were around 20,000 people who lived in this block alone, most of them unemployed or homeless, plus gang members.
All vicious and buff fellas were glaring at Kieran the moment he stepped into Dublin Street.
