Mist City, Razor Street.
This was a gathering place for killers, gang members, and fugitives—a land of chaos. If crime couldn't be eradicated, then it would be concentrated in one place. That was what the mayor of Mist City had done, and Razor Street had emerged as a result.
Inside a two-story building on Razor Street, like most buildings of its kind, there was either a gang hideout or a dealer selling illegal weapons, such as high-powered firearms.
In the basement of the small two-story building, disorderly wooden crates were piled against both walls. On three crates lined up in the middle, firearms of varying lengths were displayed. They showed obvious signs of use and had been poorly maintained.
"Make your choice and leave. Long guns are 1,200 shillers, short guns are 3,000 shillers or more. Buy three and get 50 rounds of ammunition free."
Several fierce-looking thugs were glaring at Su Xiao, who sat on a wooden crate. They had clearly grown impatient. In Razor Street, it was common knowledge that short guns cost more than long guns. They were easier to carry and the first choice for assassinations and revenge.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
"Never seen him before. Get rid of him. Don't make a bloody mess."
A thug who looked like a gang leader headed for the stairs, intending to return to the first floor and continue his afternoon nap. Just as he stepped onto the stairs, a tall figure bent down and walked through the basement doorway.
"Who are you...?"
Splurt!
Like plucking a peach, the tall figure casually tore off the small gang leader's head and tossed it aside like garbage.
The blood-spurting corpse toppled over. The instant it hit the ground, the other weapons dealers were smeared across the wall,