Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

"Miss, would you like to buy some flowers?"

A scruffy little boy with a dirt-streaked face approached Sophie, holding out a bunch of wilted flowers.

Sophie's heart melted a bit. She was about to take the flowers when, in a split second, Colby grabbed the boy's wrist. "Ouch!" The boy yelped as the wildflowers fell to the ground, revealing a hidden short knife among them.

Sophie was taken aback by the sight.

Colby's voice was icy, "Robbing people in broad daylight? Do you have a death wish?"

The boy turned pale under Colby's cold stare. Without bothering to pick up the knife, he stumbled and ran off.

Sophie looked down at the crude knife. It was roughly made but the blade was sharp, likely handcrafted by the boy.

"Why would they resort to such measures?" Sophie asked.

"The lawlessness in these impoverished areas forces people to extreme actions just to survive," Colby explained calmly. "Kids here target wealthy people, pretending to sell flowers to gain sympathy, then try to stab them and grab their stuff in the chaos."

"Aren't they afraid of the

kids like this, the police can't identify them quickly. Eventually, these children save enough money and try to leave the

having imagined such dire conditions abroad. But wasn't it the vast gap between the rich

compassion

gently smoothed

her brow and

situation here is complicated,

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ability to

Sophie could only nod.

Sophie, in the

the largest legal

betting house was in the

arrived, a staff member greeted them. "Is this your first

around ourselves," Colby cut in coldly, shutting down the