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Darkness dominated this chaotic and intricate underground city. Light was limited to the dimly glowing, broken-down magic crystal lamps lining the cluttered streets and alleys.
Who would bother spending money to recharge these old devices? Perhaps only when they completely stopped working would someone reluctantly pay for their repair.
Amidst the disorderly crowd, a pair of nervous and cunning eyes had locked onto a new face wandering through Black Street No. 3.
Even though this newcomer had masked his face, his demeanor and style of walking was completely at odds with that of the underground city. Casual, leisurely, unhurried—clearly, he was either a new resident or some curious noble from the surface. Either way, he was easy prey, not to be missed.
No trace of magical energy, barely any fighting spirit—what gave this fool the courage to come here? If York didn’t profit from this opportunity, someone else surely would.
The small-statured figure licked his lips and revealed a twisted smile. York was certain that this was his lucky day to have stumbled upon an easy mark in a place as chaotic as this.
There was no need to take the man's life. In this place, lives weren’t worth much. He wasn't some beautiful woman whom the street bosses might value. This weak and clueless man wouldn't have survived long here anyway.
Exhaling softly, York controlled his breathing. Fighting spirit infused his steps, subtly...
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