Chapter 880: You're Not Planning to Dump These Idiots on Me, Are You?

Anthony casually waved his hand as if unintentionally, his palm brushing the other person's arm. His hand still had traces of the "Holy Light" from when he'd wiped his ass earlier—a rather odorous "Holy Light."

Turning around at the corner, he saw a small figure hurriedly walking away. Anthony then leisurely followed.

After taking several turns, Anthony arrived at the outskirts of the city in a slum area. The houses here were basically hovels, most with only a roof and no walls, and those with walls were just thin wooden boards—not heat-resistant nor insulating. People here were cooked in the summer and frozen in the winter.

Narrow roads were littered with puddles, and at the bends of streets and alleyways, several kids with big heads and thick necks squatted, their eyes vacant as they idled away, clearly malnourished. When they saw the cleanly dressed Anthony walk by, they looked up hopefully but timidly.