Of course, some people can crawl out of it, but what awaits them is also a mechanical existence... this city isn't beautiful, at least that beauty only belongs to a few people."
Lorenzo heard this and said fiercely, "Damn class disparity!"
Pres gave Lorenzo a sidelong glance, somewhat puzzled about what the detective was getting upset about.
"On the contrary, Lorenzo, I actually envy your life."
Lorenzo felt a bit bewildered, he stopped walking and looked at Pres.
"You envy me?"
Unbelievable, someone actually envies such a life of running from danger.
Yet Pres nodded seriously.
"So wonderful!"
Lorenzo felt somewhat at a loss, what virtue or ability does he have that someone would envy him... this feeling is quite strange.
He just heard the detective continue to speak, and his voice surprisingly had a touch of loneliness.
