By the time Zhang Heng and Lockeide's granddaughter had finished discussing all the details, it was already evening.
At last, the Patrol Team had survived its most immediate crisis, while the other factions that had long since received the news felt conflicted.
In outsiders' eyes, Zhang Heng's side had undoubtedly won a sweeping victory in this negotiation.
As an outsider, and one affiliated with the Patrol Team at that, he had somehow obtained the permission of the three major factions to develop and cultivate his own forces here. It was nothing short of a miracle.
The good news, however, was that they no longer had to worry about the Patrol Team suddenly coming to cause them trouble. Someone had once again put shackles around the neck of that rampaging beast, allowing them to finally sleep peacefully at night.
With news that a thousand Praetorian Guards might be stationed in the Southeast District already spreading, aside from people like Bronze Arm, who hated the Patrol Team to an extreme degree, most found the outcome somewhat unsatisfactory but still acceptable. In their view, Zhang Heng had clearly exploited everyone's fear of the Praetorian Guard to secure an opportunity for development from the three major factions.
But as one of the parties involved, Zhang Heng knew very well what he had paid for that opportunity. He even suspected that Lockeide had come specifically to use him to solve the Jewish Gang's problems.
Of course, judging by the final result, both sides had used each other and gotten what they wanted.
Through this negotiation, Zhang Heng also understood why, out of all his many children, Lockeide had kept this granddaughter by his side. The girl looked innocent and carefree, as though she had no ulterior motives, but anyone who truly mistook her for a