You Guessed Right, Didn't You?

He had not gone looking for the man, yet the man had come looking for him first.

Wu Heng released Beni and walked straight inside.

Inside the hall stood six personal guards in standard-issue gear, longswords hanging at their waists. The moment they saw Wu Heng enter, they all turned to look at him in unison, filling the entire room with a chilling air.

"Gentlemen, what is this...?" Wu Heng asked cautiously.

Then a deep voice came from within the room. "Heath! Come in."

Heath was the Gang Leader's name.

Wu Heng gestured for Granda to remain outside, then opened the door and walked in alone.

Weak sunlight filtered through the half-shuttered window into the room. A burly figure clad in commander's armor sat behind a desk, staring coldly at him.

"Heath! The Minister of Political Affairs vanished last night, and it just so happened to be when you were delivering the money. Your Crimson Wind Gang is rather suspicious." The man's voice boomed like a great bell, reverberating through the room.

Wu Heng frowned, looking at the other man with suspicion.

Without waiting for him to speak, the President Commander continued, "The Minister of Political Affairs takes forty percent of the profits every time. Were you dissatisfied because of that, so you colluded with assassins from Luntam City?"

So that was what this was about.

He had not suspected Wu Heng at all. He simply wanted a larger share of the profits from this street.

Pinning this matter on him was a threat.

The Minister of Political Affairs was Level 13 and took forty percent. He was level 18 and took thirty percent. Now that the Minister of Political Affairs had disappeared, he clearly intended to revise those numbers.

"President Commander, your guess was remarkably accurate."

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