The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 8

In places of light, darkness often gestates.

Before the appearance of the Lower District, Old Dunling's sins lurked in every shadowy corner. No matter how many soldiers the Iron Serpent carried or how many corpses were thrown into the Thames, nothing changed. While the steam towers rose upward with the world's most advanced technology, the darkest sins fermented in the mist below. Until the Lower District emerged, the pent-up evils finally found a release. Those dark entities congregated in that filthy place, and the entire Old Dunling thrived in a hypocritical sanctity.

The Lower District was indeed unique, shrouded in mystery.

Because of its uniqueness, there were several default rules within the Suarlan Hall, one of which was that officers were forbidden from entering the Lower District. Those desperate criminals didn't care about their own lives; as long as there was a certain amount of wealth, they would kill any officer who ventured in recklessly. The mounted police dared not enter rashly; they were waiting for further instructions.

Lloyd felt uncomfortable in this situation. Obviously, these people had come for those suspects. It was a perfect setup; no matter how much chaos they caused in the outer district to cover their tracks, once they entered the Lower District, surrounded by so many desperados, the mounted police could only let them go.

Originally, everyone was in a stalemate, but ever since Eve killed that gang member, a firefight was about to erupt.

"Run!" Lloyd could only shout this urgently, followed by the piercing sound of gunfire.

The gangs started firing, with various makeshift firearms, spraying bullets everywhere.

Eve dove and rolled behind the wreckage of the Iron Serpent. The sounds of metal clashing filled her ears, tearing at her eardrums.

Lloyd had already taken cover behind the Iron Serpent before her. He was a man of action; his words always came after action.

"What do we do?!" The young detective was clearly panicking; she hadn't expected her first day on the job to be this intense.

"Wait for it. When I tell you to run, you run! Got it?" Lloyd yelled, trying to make his voice clear amidst the gunfire. Eve was still useful to him; he couldn't let her die like this.

Pointing to the row of mounted police behind them, Lloyd shouted to her, "Run towards them! You're also a detective; they won't stand by and watch as you get killed. As long as you cross that line, these thugs won't dare touch you!"

This was also one of the rules: people from the Lower District were not allowed to enter the outer district. In Old Dunling's eyes, they were just a bunch of illegal immigrants. According to the law, all detectives had the authority to shoot any intruding thugs in the outer district.

Amidst the chaos, yet bound by ironclad rules.

The Crow had mentioned all this; the existence of the Lower District was only because Old Dunling needed it. Old Dunling was a vast, insane city; it was prosperous and beautiful, but within it always lay some trash that needed to be disposed of. In the past, it was dumped in every corner, but now it was concentrated in the Lower District.

A trash can.

That's how The Crow always described the land he ruled.

With his gray-blue eyes hiding many secrets, Lloyd was a man entangled in mystery.

"Run, girl!" A hand slapped her on the back. Before she could feel the girl's softness, Lloyd strode out with his shotgun in hand.

Pulling the trigger was like giving a command.