Chapter 1797: God's Mercy

In the early morning, a worker was busy repairing a hole in the wall on the seventeenth floor of a building. Frank stood nearby, puffing on an expensive cigar. "It's such a pain finding a worker in this godforsaken place," Frank grumbled. Buck, his ears still wrapped in gauze, responded, "General, very few people are willing to come here anymore. They describe Liberty City as if it's been damned, like..." Buck paused to find the right words, "...like the devil lives here." "Damn it, who's spreading...