Chapter 832
“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.”
Sophie frowned. “Aren’t they afraid of the police?”
Colby replied, “There are no surveillance cameras in these slums. They dirty their faces to avoid recognition. With so many kids like this, the police can’t identify them quickly. Eventually, these children save enough money and try to leave the city. But how can they succeed with money obtained through theft? In the end, all they know is how to steal and rob. Without these skills, they
can’t survive.”
Sophie fell silent, never having imagined such dire conditions abroad. But wasn’t it the vast gap between the rich and the poor that led to this situation?
Sensing the compassion in Sophie’s eyes, Colby gently smoothed the furrow
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in her brow and said, “The situation here is complicated, beyond our ability change. Let’s go.”
Sophie could only nod.
Colby drove the car out of the parking garage. Sophie, in the passenger sea asked, “Where are you taking me for a drive?”
“To the largest legal betting house here.”
The biggest legal betting house was in the tallest skyscraper downtown.
When Sophie and Colby arrived, a staff member greeted them. “Is this you first visit? Are you here to buy stocks or…”
“We’ll look around ourselves,” Colby cut in coldly, shutting down the conversation.
Sophie, linking her arm through Colby’s, took off her sunglasses and said the staff member, “We were referred by a friend. We heard there are mor interesting activities here than just buying stocks. Could you show us around?”
Momentarily dazzled by Sophie’s beauty, the staff member was at a los words. Sophie added, “Of course, I won’t skimp on your referral fee or ti placed a stack of bills in the staff member’s hand.
The staff member hesitated, “To participate in the special games, your entry ticket.”
Sophie asked, “What kind of ticket? Can’t we buy one?”
“Well, it’s complicated. Only our VIP clients can get one,” the staff mem said, embarrassed. “I don’t even have the authority to issue one.”