The biggest smuggler in the Eastern District handed over the Star Map he had painstakingly gotten his hands on, along with every hidden route that had been explored at the cost of human lives.
He watched the crimson light Mecha recede into the distance, then looked through the shattered gate at the wrecked courtyard and the countless dead and wounded bodies. His eyes nearly rolled out of his head.
"What the hell is all this!!"
If he wanted the Star Map, he could have just said so. What was the point of coming straight to his door and killing his way in?
More than a hundred subordinates who had risked their lives for him had all died in battle. As for the gang's strongest fighter, never mind whether he was dead or not—if he survived, he would probably spend the rest of his life lying in bed, and could forget about ever fighting anyone again.
Not long after, while the biggest smuggler in the Eastern District was gathering people to clean up the mansion, news came from outside that the big smugglers in the other three districts had all been robbed too.
As for what had been stolen, it was naturally their Star Maps.
In that instant, his mood relaxed considerably, and he even felt the tiniest bit pleased.
People were like that. When they were the only one suffering misfortune, their mood was bound to be terrible. But if the people around them suffered along with them, they would basically forget their own pain and turn to gloating instead.
The administrators of the Central District received the news that their dogs had been badly beaten by someone.
But when they learned that the uninvited guest had stolen Star Maps, their gloomy expressions instantly eased. As long as what had