Damn it! Damn it!
What the hell were the Patrollers?!
Black Tail ran nonstop along the roads, all the way from the Mud Crocodile Gang's territory back to the territory controlled by the Sewing Gang.
It had always heard that the Patrollers were terrifying beings, but it had never heard that they were not human!
It took Black Tail nearly half a day to run from one end of the city to the other—to the Sewing Gang's headquarters.
It truly could not think of anywhere else to hide, and the Sewing Gang's attitude toward it had improved considerably lately.
It would be more accurate to say they respected it much more.
After steadying its ragged breathing, Black Tail headed toward the arcade beneath the Sewing Gang's headquarters.
In half a month, the number of arcade cabinets in the Sewing Gang's arcade had expanded to over fifty. More importantly, the number of players had also increased.
Just standing at the entrance, Black Tail already felt crowded.
Yet when the players saw Black Tail arrive, they all tacitly stepped aside and made way for it.
At the same time, Black Tail heard voices from both sides saying things like, "Black Tail's here."
If Black Tail heard someone say it had arrived out on the street, its first reaction would definitely be that they had planned an ambush against it.
But things were different inside the arcade. Most of those who came to the Sewing Gang's arcade knew Black Tail, and among the small number who did not, many were likely newcomers.
Fame... Black Tail had already become quite famous in the Sewing Gang's arcade.
As for the source of Black Tail's fame, it slowly walked over to a King of Fighters '97 cabinet. The other seat was empty, and after Black Tail