What Exactly Is the Third Frontline?

The torrential rain had fallen for a day and a night.

As an island nation, storms were nothing unusual here. But this storm had not only come suddenly—it had come with such ferocity that the vast majority had been caught completely off guard.

The streets of Tokyo soon began to flood, and the city drainage system once held in such high esteem now seemed like a joke. Water on the roads quickly rose over people's feet, past their ankles, and submerged their calves. Some low-lying areas had become vast watery wastes, countless shantytown residents soaked by the floodwaters. Rolling waves battered the harbor, and smaller unofficial ports suffered severe damage.

And pouring down alongside the storm were bullets.

Echoing along with the thunder were explosions.

Natural disasters and man-made calamities followed like a shadow. While all the residents shut their doors and prayed at home for the rainstorm to pass quickly, another group became the absolute protagonists of the streets. The sounds of slaughter, gunfire, and screams rang without end.

By the time the dark clouds dispersed, it was already the evening of the next day.

"Boss, that was insane!"

"Twenty-three hostile gangs, all wiped out in a single night! That's what they mean by either not moving at all, or striking with one blow to kill!"

"Four pharmaceutical companies, sixteen chemical plants, and chemical transfer warehouses are all ours now. Boss is still the best—when he says do it, he does it. Not a hint of hesitation."

"The most badass part was the port. We directly seized Daxing's former share. From now on, we can do all those huge ocean-going deals however we want. Boss, you're incredible!"

The group chattered noisily, still wrapped in immense excitement. The battle had lasted one night and one day, and the results were