"Do you know much about the Prisoner Gang?"
He Ao walked beside the man and asked.
"Uh..."
The man paused. He looked around several times, and only after making sure no one was nearby did he lower his voice. "They're dangerous. Everyone in the nearby districts knows that the Prisoner Gang kills without blinking. If you're thinking of going after them, Old man, I'd advise you not to provoke them."
"Is this street under the Prisoner Gang's control too?"
Watching the man cautiously survey their surroundings, He Ao asked softly.
"More than just this street,"
the man said in a lowered voice. "I told you already, Old man. The Prisoner Gang is currently the biggest gang in the southern part of Ningweisi District. Several nearby districts are under their control."
As he spoke, he paused, and fear flashed through his eyes.
"These districts may look peaceful now, but honestly, you haven't seen them when they kill people. This district used to be controlled by a gang called the Iron Rust Gang. One day, Prisoner Gang members suddenly stormed in and started killing without a word."
He swallowed softly and glanced at the ruined railing beside them. On the iron railing, covered in dull rust, dark, dried bloodstains could vaguely still be seen. His voice trembled as he continued.
"I'll never forget that day. My coworkers and I hid behind the glass doors and watched Iron Rust Gang bodies carpet the road. Every vehicle along the way was blocked by corpses. Blood even splattered all over our glass doors."
His voice still carried lingering fear. "We scrubbed for an entire week before we got all the blood off the storefront and the nearby area."
"Hasn't this place always been chaotic?"
Sena, who had been following behind them, asked quietly.
"It's different,"