Capítulo 897: Les Misérables

All the pedestrians were coming and going fast on the street, but Oliver stood at the center like a statue.

As a young man, although he was brilliant in plays and quite experienced in certain aspects, and it was not his first trip outdoors, such a situation was still too much for him to bear. That was his living expense for the next couple of months!

What should he do? What was he going to eat? Where was he going to sleep?

Countless questions flooded into his head with frustration and anger, making him feel that the sunny afternoon was dark and that the crowd around him was indifferent and distant as if they were in different worlds.

"Bloody thieves!"

After a long time, Oliver burst out a howl that almost tripped over the passersby.

When he howled, he grabbed his suitcase tightly, fearing that another thief would emerge and steal his last possessions.