Chapter 8 — Night of Massacre
The door creaked as a grunt left a wooden hut while shouting, “You b***h!
“Not using your mouth, huh? You should feel thankful that I’m not punishing you since you can earn our boss a bit of money with your body!”
The grunt turned into an alley and was about to pee in the corner. Toilets were basically non-existent in the slums, and human excrement was all over the alleys. The hygiene was even worse than London in the 19th century, thus nobles or other rich people would never step into the slums. Even the guards could not be bothered with patrolling there.
The people in the slums were left to fend for themselves.
“Damn! I’ll make you regret it someday!”
He felt a chilling breeze behind his neck just after venting his anger verbally. Before the grunt coul
