Morning sunlight once again shone over the Corellian streets, and the cool, fresh air was invigorating.
Tang Xiao stood on the balcony, watching several police speeders and ambulances fly in and scatter toward four locations in the district—proof that four murders had taken place here last night.
He looked toward the place he had visited last night. Two police speeders and ambulances were there as well. The Corellian Security Bureau officers got out, made a cursory record of the scene, snapped a few photos, and could not even be bothered to scan it before letting the doctors take away the bodies.
For lowlifes who could not even make it into a gang, they would most likely be sent straight to cremation. Their ashes would be packed into storage boxes and held for three days to see whether anyone came to claim them. If no one did, they would simply be discarded as fertilizer.
Tang Xiao leisurely sipped the iced fruit juice in his hand as he admired his handiwork from the previous night.
He had not expected to run into Han Solo and Kira yesterday. Neither of them, even in their adult years, had been part of his plans.
After all, although Han Solo had decisively influenced the course of galactic history, he was ultimately only an adventurer and could not reverse the greater tide.
And even if Kira later replaced Dryden Vos as the leader of Crimson Dawn, she would still only be a crime boss.
Neither of them would be much help to the development of the Fourth Civilization.
Still, since he had happened to encounter these two highly significant celebrities, there was no reason not to make contact with them—and tease them a little.
As for the coin split in two, that had purely been for entertainment.