Digging One's Own Grave.

James's tone was overbearing, and his eyes were firm and resolute.

Some people should not be alive in this world, and he will go and send these people on their way.

Act first, report later, authorized by the imperial power!

This is not the power of the Western Depot, but the privilege given to James, the invincible war god, by the current monarch.

"Your Majesty, all the information is in the car."

"The cause and process of everything are clear."

Freya gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger. These wealthy and powerful people today really think that they can do whatever they want with their money, and treat the lives of the poor as toys?

That is the hope of a family!

"Let's go!"

James only uttered one word and strode towards the door.

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Old Alley.

The name "Old Alley" is the name given by the people of Michigan to the slums. The houses here are all small old factory buildings, tightly packed together, with a passage in the middle that is less than two people wide.

And in this less than one mile area, there are as many as tens of thousands of people living in three hundred buildings.

These buildings are generally two stories high, but there are as many as thirty people living in each household. The toilets and kitchens here are shared, and a household has only about ten square meters of space.

Fortunately, this place has already started to be demolished.

Everyone thought that their good days were coming, even if they didn't have much land and couldn't get much compensation, they would at least get some cash, right?

But their ideas were too naive. This piece of land was contracted by the "Beautiful Construction Company", whose boss had a resounding title, the Michigan Cannon King.

This boss used to be in charge of mountain blasting in Michigan and made a lot of money. Later, due to stricter regulations in this field, he switched to real estate and relied on his connections to carry out forced demolitions. It is said that he has made over 100 million dollars in recent years.

Therefore, the common people in the old alley were plunged into despair after learning about this news, especially when they found out that each household would receive less than 2,000 dollars. But they had no right to resist and could only accept it.

At this time, most of the houses in the old alley had been demolished, except for the one in the middle that still stood tall.

In front of the ground floor of the building, a middle-aged man with a broken leg sat on a wooden stool, blocking the door behind him.

Behind him was a ragged woman. In front of them were more than ten people dressed like them, all with anxious expressions.

"Old Holt, why are you still being stubborn here? Young Ash said that if you don't move out today, he will break your other leg!"

"Yes, Old Holt, we don't have the ability to fight against these rich people. We have to accept it. 2,000 dollars is not much, but we can't lose our lives!"

"Auntie, Old Holt doesn't understand, do you still not understand?"

"When Old Holt fell from the construction site and broke his leg, didn't you make a fuss? What happened in the end? The girl lost her temper for nothing, and we didn't get a penny. We were born poor and have to accept it. We can't afford to offend those big shots."

"Now that your family is in this situation, you should listen to everyone's advice and just let it go. The house is gone, so work hard and earn more."

"Your girl didn't lose her temper!" Old Holt grabbed the stool and smashed it towards the person who spoke earlier, but he fell to the ground himself.

"Your girl didn't lose her temper! Your girl didn't lose her temper!" Old Holt kept cursing with anger in his eyes. "Don't bother trying to persuade us. We won't leave. If you agree, then fine. My house is on the ground floor. If you demolish yours, mine will still be there."

"If you want me to leave, forget it!"

After finishing his words, Old Holt turned his head and his previously tough demeanor suddenly became weathered, as if half of his life had been drained away. How could he leave when his daughter had not yet returned?

Tears streamed down Holt's face, the man who had not been crushed by poverty, but was unable to bear the pressure of his daughter's disappearance for ten days.

He hated himself for being so stubborn, for insisting on claiming the compensation for the broken leg.

His daughter was very likely to have been implicated by him.

"My Holt is right, we have to demolish your place, we can't leave."

"We... can't let Mia come back... we won't be able to find our way home."

Beau Amelia tightly grasped Holt's arm, her sad face with a pair of eyes shining with determination.

They couldn't leave, how would Mia come back?

Even if they died, they had to die here!

The crowd fell silent. They were not stupid, how could they not understand the feelings of the Holt couple and their last desperate plea?

But they understood even more that Holt's daughter was not coming back, and that if Holt continued to make a fuss, they would only be on a dead end.

That was the Michigan Cannon King, a Young family that many wealthy people avoided by three points!

Could they, as ordinary people, resist it?

"Holt, don't dig your own grave!" A middle-aged man with already white hair stomped his foot in anger and walked to Holt's opposite side, gritting his teeth.

"Holt, do you have any idea about Mia's situation?"

"The deceased is gone, the living should live well..."

"What deceased?" Holt suddenly turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man, his eyes already bloodshot, as if he was ready to fight to the death if the middle-aged man said another word.

No one dared to say anything else in the face of Holt's attitude, and could only sigh and stand aside.

But this situation couldn't go on like this.

Just when everyone was at a stalemate, two people dressed in clothes that were extremely different from everyone else walked into the alley.

As soon as the two arrived, the crowd was frightened and retreated to the side.

"Excuse me, is this where Mia lives?" James asked softly, looking at the retreating crowd.

Under his inquiring gaze, no one spoke. Whoever came to look for Holt's family at this time, it was probably not for a good reason.

"Yes, what do you want?" Holt picked up his cane and stood up, staring angrily at James.

"Sent by the Young family, right? Here to talk about demolishing our house again?"

"I'm telling you, no way!"

Holt spat on the ground and let go of his cane. "If you want to demolish it, go ahead. I don't believe you dare to kill people in broad daylight!"

"You've got it wrong." James frowned. He had seen something about demolishing houses in the information, but he didn't expect the Young family to still dare to do such a thing in this era.

"I'm a friend of your daughter's, not here to demolish your house."

James walked over and helped the surprised Holt, his eyes filled with anger.

He carefully looked at Holt and didn't dare to directly explain the purpose of his visit. This family couldn't withstand such a blow.

"I came here to talk to you about something, about Mia's whereabouts."

"Mia!" Holt grabbed James's clothes. "Do you know where Mia is?!"

"Yes," James nodded and helped Holt towards the door.

"Uncle, Aunt, let's go inside and talk."

"Okay, okay!" Holt and Amelia nodded repeatedly, their faces full of excitement.

After waiting for so long, they finally received new about Mia. How could they not be excited?

"Go inside?"

As James helped Holt, a domineering voice came from behind the door.