Chapter 1460

Zion's brows knitted. As he pulled back the blade and turned to leave, Liam's cold voice echoed. "Zion! Did you even hear what I just said?" "This has nothing to do with you," Zion replied flatly, offering no further explanation. Liam's mind drifted back to the Zion he remembered from their childhood in the slums. Back then, Zion was always quiet and detached. The slums were overrun with children scrambling to survive. Some conned or stole, while others knelt in the streets, begging for mercy. Liam had been the weakest of them all, his frail body condemning him to beg. His weak constitution had him driven away to the worst corners. Being with him in such a desolate corner was Zion. At the time, Liam assumed Zion was another powerless child, enduring the same cruelty. Thus, he shared half a loaf of bread with him. Yet, Zion neither spoke nor touched the bread. The next day, a kind stranger gave Liam a gold coin. But when the other children saw it, jealousy turned violent.