West Sixth Street No. 433 was a residential complex left over from the previous era. It barely counted as mid-range low-rise housing, with a relatively low floor-area ratio and no building taller than eighteen stories. Though no one had maintained it for years and the elevator system was completely ruined, it was still much friendlier than those thirty- or forty-story buildings. Once the water and electricity supply had been barely restored, it made for a decent place to live.
Dong Fan and his mother had moved in later. Being able to live alone on the seventh floor without having to partition a unit with others was, without question, largely thanks to Metal Wild's reputation.
But now, Metal Wild was finished. Whether they could remain here afterward was hard to say.
That was also why Dong Fan was so eager to find a new place.
Preferably still in the West Suburbs, somewhere capable of withstanding pressure from Piao Gang. Otherwise, no matter how nice the eastern, southern, or northern parts of the city were, having a home like this would not come easily. Even in the distant suburbs, the monthly rent for a single unit like this started at three thousand. Add Qinghui Company's monthly payments, and the fixed monthly expenses came to twenty thousand—enough to crush the hopes of more than 95 percent of East 725 District's residents.
As for Dong Fan, he was only holding on with what little savings he had accumulated over the years.
He had already entered the residential complex. The water and power being cut off was inevitable, and the filth here was only worse than outside.
But Dong Fan did not care.
Under the effects of Unranked Divine Power, the snakes and insects slithering through it, the mosquitoes and flies buzzing overhead, the polluted