Soothing music was playing in the hotels on both sides of the street. People in brocaded clothes twisted their beautiful bodies along with the rhythm of the music.
In a magic shop nearby, there were many high-quality magic wands and high-purity magic crystals. Several aristocrats were choosing their favorite magic wands.
In the tavern, smoke was swirling and neon lights were flashing. A man secretly threw pills into the girl's glass beside him. Two blocks away, in a dark alley, several drunk men were approaching a woman and forcing her into a corner. The woman's face was pale and her eyes were full of helplessness.
Under his divine consciousness, everything within a few kilometers around was clearly imprinted in Locke's mind.
"Swoosh!"
Locke withdrew his divine consciousness and looked at the tall buildings on both sides. In the hotel, the aristocrats behaved decently. On the street, people were still smiling. However, in some unknown corner, a tragic scene happened.