Meanwhile, in Flower Street.
The Alben Family's servants, who had just received the order and rushed here, immediately drove away the gangs and prostitutes squatting in Flower Street. Those who didn't understand human language were killed on the spot. In the end, they arrived at the academy that had stood here centuries ago.
But now, rather than an academy, it looked more like a warren of fortress-like slums.
The once tall and tightly packed buildings had completely turned into mixed hovels where countless prostitutes lived and hid children. It looked as if many places had already been cleared, yet the moment one stepped inside, one could immediately smell the stench buried beneath layers of soot.
Even within Flower Street, this was the lowest-grade area, the sort of place only untouchables came to amuse themselves.
That alone made many people's brows knit, even stirring up an uncontrollable urge to vomit.
