Mike walked down the street of the Lower City District.
The once bustling commercial street was now a silent and desolate street. The neon signs of the shops on both sides of the road had long been extinguished, and the dilapidated shop doors were cluttered with miscellaneous items.
Mike clearly remembered that two months ago, the cheapest shop on this bustling commercial street had a monthly rent of over eight thousand credit points.
But as the conflict between the Upper and Lower City Districts broke out, business on the commercial street gradually declined.
Then came the subsequent tax decree to pre-pay thirty years of taxes, and the enforcement teams launched a massive attack on the underground.
The shop owners were either sent to the Heaven Computation Center or hid in the Cave, leaving the commercial street utterly abandoned.
Mike used to pride himself as a resident of the Central City District, looking down on the people from the Lower City District.
