Chapter 1170: Warehouse (Please Vote)

Boric's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Weiken, fell silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Sounds like something you'd do."

"To gain power and wealth, you always have to sacrifice something."

Weiken spoke calmly. "After that, I never came back here. I only ever saw this place through holographic maps."

He looked around. "This place hasn't changed much over the years. There seem to be more people now. Oh, right, the area has expanded quite a bit. Where we came in just now, it looks like they built several more rings of shacks outside."

"These people who ended up here and lost their jobs are also your stepping stones and sacrifices."

Boric watched the gaunt figures moving through the streets in thin, old cotton coats and said with a trace of mockery, "This place is a Stone Tablet of history, engraved with your 'great achievements.'"

"When some people make money, others lose it."

With a cigarette hanging from his mouth, Weiken seemed utterly unconcerned by Boric's mockery. He said hoarsely, "All I can say is that these people were unlucky. Still, gathering here lets them create more income and value for me."

"Perhaps the people who drove your mother here back then thought the same way."

Boric spoke slowly.

"Young man, saying that to me is useless. This city has been like this for decades, even centuries. It can't be changed, and no one can change it. Rather than hiding in low shacks, groaning from sickness and pain, it's better to become one of those who hold life and death in their hands.

"When sheep become wolves, they're no longer the same species as sheep."

Weiken stopped and looked at the building ahead. "We're here."

Before them stood a small brick building amid the