"Karina! What are you doing!?" Old Joe roared, but for all his bravery, he didn't dare approach his niece.
In the far corner, a blonde woman in a fur coat lit up a cigarette, watching the scene with amusement.
A foul stench emanated from a dark stain of blood mixed with someone's piss. The culprit wasn't far away. The man was sitting on top of that smelly patch, but pain was the only thing on his mind.
What pain you ask?
The pain of having one's jaw twisted upside down.
The man's blood was still dripping down her clenched fists.
However, Karina didn't pay attention to either of them. Her gaze was focused on the slum that had been turned upside down in a mere three days of absence.
Glenn and Damian stood behind her. Her rage wasn't directed at them, but even they were sweating bullets.
"How dare you?" she said through gritted teeth. "How dare you raise medicine prices!"
Old Joe cowered away in fear, cursing how such a beautiful day had turned sour in the blink of an eye.
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