Revenge After Death

Chapter 627

Steven and I were taken aback when Zion brought us to the rented houses near Tranquil Garden.

This was Huma, where every inch of land was valuable. I never imagined that there would be a slumlike alley so close to the affluent district.

The alley was extremely narrow-it would be cramped even for two people to walk side by side. It was just a small walkway between the new buildings and the old ones in the neighborhood.

This alley seemed to separate the poor and the wealthy in Huma.

Standing at the end of the alley, I glanced at the towering high-rises on the right and then at the dilapidated buildings yet to be demolished on the left. Even though the wealthy and the poor were so physically near, yet they were miles apart.

"The rent here is cheap over a thousand dollars per month. But that's the average wage in other cities. Nothing is left after paying rent," Zion mumbled before sighing.

"That was why such a huge conflict arose because of the disparity between the wealthy and the poor. The poor have never seen the joy of the wealthy, and the wealthy despise the effort and labor of the poor," he said.

nearby dilapidated buildings to be occupied by migrant workers?" Many of the wealthy protested, "It smells awful having to pass by here daily.

be the wealthiest in the area, yet compared to the true elites from the upper class, these middle-class people seemed to look down on the

A stern middle-aged woman had other people kicking the migrant workers

torn. Clothes spilled out onto the ground, as well as a few

appeared to be elderly, likely in his 60s. He was packing his belongings

he wasn't dressed in the best clothes, he was still clean. His stubble was

workers are just like beggars!" That woman was still cursing with a hand over her nose disdainfully. She was about to

grab her by the collar and dragged her aside. Frowning, I asked, "Are you planning to stay in jail for a

police department," Zion said as

over this place for demolition. It's only fair to get them to leave!"

rental," the man said earnestly

house, and now,

agreements are not voided by sales,"

the middle-aged woman frowned. "I'm the homeowner.