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.

buildings to be occupied by migrant workers?" Many of the wealthy protested,

and scolded others. They might not be the wealthiest in the area, yet compared

middle-aged woman had other

suitcase was thrown out, ending up damaged with its zipper torn. Clothes spilled out onto the ground, as well

in his 60s. He was

he was still clean. His stubble was

You migrant workers are just like beggars!" That woman was still cursing with a hand over her

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 he flashed

for demolition. It's only fair

of rental," the man

sold their house, and

not voided

frowned. "I'm the homeowner.