After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 693

Berry City, Many Years Ago

The rain poured relentlessly down the city, with each drop seeming to echo the despair that hung heavy in the night air.

At this time, a young androgynous brunette tried to look tough as she glared at the man in front of her. He was large and bulky, though he was wearing a sleek black suit that added to the menacing aura around him.

Her sharp eyes flickered to the envelope in his hand, bulging with money. Because of the rain, it also got a little damp, and one could peek at the bales of money inside it.

To most people, this was an enticing sight. But for the girl, it was nothing but disgusting pieces of paper filled with her father’s blood.

"Take it," the man said, looking down coldly—looking at her as if she was a bug he was about to get rid of.

"You think money could bring my father back?!" she spat, her voice trembling with grief and rage.

How dare they?! How dare they try to buy her silence! They ran over her father!!

"Raine," the lawyer—her lawyer, mind you—tried to talk her into taking the deal. His voice was kind, but his eyes showed no warmth, "The young master is already very kind giving you this."

She whipped her head to him, looking at him in disbelief. "You!"

"Even if you don’t take it, nothing will change. Only you’d be hungry."

"No! I will put that young master of yours in jail!" She cried out, voice cracking.

The lawyer’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "You realize his mother is a congresswoman while his father is a billionaire, right?"

"No! There is Justice! People will see—"

The lawyer sighed and looked in a direction. This small look sent alarms to her instincts and it sent shivers down her spine.

She wanted to turn and run away, but it was too late. The next thing she knew, Raine was taken out of the rain and into an alley.

They beat her mercilessly, the pain of broken bones and the sting of open wounds mingled with the rain and her tears. She struggled hard no matter how painful, hoping someone would hear her pleas.

But she felt her hair pulled strongly, followed by a harsh hiss on her ears. "Make a scene and it’ll be so much worse," they told her, and they proceeded on beating her up again.

BANG! PAK!

When it was over, the men spat at her, though not without kicking her again. She could only groan as she felt the patter of rain hit her body. It wasn’t even strong rain, but each drop felt incredibly painful.

For hours, it rained, and no one passed by the alley. Even if there was, they would be too busy or distracted to avoid the rain.

She was woken up from her painful daze when the rain stopped and the ray of the first light reached the narrow alley.