Bang!
A loud blast came from deep within the walled city, startling the boss currently fighting over what had once been a tobacco dealer's warehouse so badly that he nearly fired on instinct.
"Who? Who set off firecrackers!?"
The boss cursed. The people in this place really had no sense at all. Earlier, even that delivery man pushing a wheelbarrow had dared stop and watch them fight over territory. Now someone was setting off firecrackers in broad daylight.
But the very next moment...
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat...!
Whoosh—boom! Boom boom!
A barrage of fierce gunfire and explosions erupted nearby, leaving both groups in the alley dumbfounded.
"Boss, that sounds like machine guns... and maybe Grenade Launchers..."
A lackey who had worked outside before wiped away his sweat and spoke in a low voice.
The two gangs facing each other with Handguns had already fallen silent as cicadas in winter.
What the hell...
Machine guns and Grenade Launchers were being brought out—was this still a fight between tobacco dealers? Where had this main force armed with Western weaponry come from?
When their two gangs fought over turf, they only brought out a few Handguns. Yet the big shots inside were making such a huge spectacle over one street? Was that really necessary? This was going too far...
Standing in the alley, the two groups looked at the Handguns in their hands and suddenly found them utterly meaningless.
"Boss."
Someone poked their boss. The boss looked outside and saw the man from earlier pushing the wheelbarrow. He was carrying a new-model Western Firearm with an unusually thick barrel and escorting someone past.
"What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll dig your eyeballs out! Move!"
Zhang Muqing had a fake cigar clenched between his teeth as he swept a glance over the people in