Farewell
Recently, Zhang Heng had been at his busiest. During the day, he had to handle the expansion of his forces. When they had first taken over Iron Shackles' gang, it had only been an insignificant little faction. But after taking office, Soap had shed his previous meekness and started provoking and declaring war on others like a mad dog. At his most outrageous, he had picked fights with two gangs stronger and larger than theirs in a single day. Soap had nearly been chopped down with a blade while having lunch, but the Patrol Team, which had been waiting nearby, intervened in time and saved him. At the same time, they arrested everyone who had come to retaliate against him on charges of attempted murder.
That evening, people immediately came to attack the Patrol Team's headquarters. If this had been the old Patrol Team, they would probably have had no choice but to release the prisoners by now. Aris might even have had to personally apologize to the boss behind them.
But now, the Patrol Team merely gathered their families in a room on the top floor. Then everyone else put on armor, picked up weapons, and silently waited behind the gates.
A short while later, Soap arrived with his men after receiving the news. Grinning, he greeted the man leading the other side. Before that guy could figure out what was happening, Soap's group had already drawn their weapons, while the Patrol Team's gates flew open. Aris charged out with his people, pinching them between his force and Soap's. They beat the bewildered group across from them until they cried, and one after another, they threw down their weapons and knelt to surrender.
The scene was like a replay of the night they had dealt with Iron Shackles.