"Yes, I didn't believe it at first, either."
Feisuo merely flashed a grin:
"But Little Blade really did spread the word through the underworld: she forgives you and old Fogg, and has pardoned the senior members who rebelled, too—even though she lost a hand and countless loyal subordinates because of it."
She had even given up the Blood Bottle Gang's businesses and territory throughout the city—this was Emerald City, after all.
Feisuo sighed inwardly, but his mouth never stopped:
"For that reason, she asks you and old Fogg to put aside your grudges, sit down and negotiate with her, and reconcile, so the divided and infighting Blood Bottle Gang can unite once more. As long as you and Fogg agree to make peace, she is not only willing to let bygones be bygones, but is even prepared to give up the gang leader's position."
Give up the gang leader's position...
His opponent had lowered her head and shown goodwill, but Nekla felt no joy of victory whatsoever. He was only furious.
Give it up?
He could seize the gang leader's position himself. Did he need that Blade Bitch to give it to him?
What right did she have to give it up? To condescendingly offer it?
Who did she think she was?
Old Turnbull or Black Sword?
No.
He could not delay any longer.
He had to kill that old bitch soon, before she came out and disgusted people again.
At worst, he would pay a little more and hire a better assassin—but damn it, just when he needed him, why had Luosang the Second disappeared?
If that failed, he would go back and talk to old Fogg, then bring in Gutierrez, Gamandia, Sangare, and those other fools, mobilize a large force to search for her, and refuse to stop