Creation has become a freer and cheaper thing, gradually, no one follows tradition, and in the end, few people even know the complete rules.
There are many exquisite artworks on the streets of the West District.
John paused for a long time, satisfied his curiosity, then turned and left.
[Eden City - Oil Drum Street]
This is the southern boundary of the West District, where Black Gold Gang's influence is waning.
Some small gangs are constantly fighting, and the faces collecting protection fees change weekly, making life difficult for shopkeepers and tenants.
The Silver Rider Super Car drew attention on the street.
The lunch peak was over, and a few dropout workers stood in the shadows across the road, the engine roar slowing their chewing.
A police car passed by the street, seemingly following the supercar.
But when the cops saw John getting out, they didn't stop; instead, they accelerated away, with bulletproof steel-plated windows not even rolled down.
