Third Master Zhu had started out as a bandit, and he had spent more than a decade making his way in Haicheng with a gang of ruthless brothers. Seventy percent of Haicheng's underworld belonged to him. Even Marshal Chu, the Police Department chief, and the foreigners had to show him some respect when they saw him.
Yet now, at the height of his career, he had suddenly been murdered. It was truly astonishing.
He had so many bodyguards following him every day, and at night, several teams patrolled the entire residence. What kind of formidable figure could have gone straight to the heart of the matter under such circumstances and killed him in his bedroom?
Some people thought it might not have been the same culprit who had killed Wang Siming and Manager Qian. After all, Third Master Zhu hadn't been hung outside the gate this time. Others thought the killer had simply abandoned the previous style because the Zhu Residence was too heavily guarded.
All in all, most people still suspected that the one who had killed Third Master Zhu—the man whose every stomp could make all of Haicheng tremble three times—was the same mysterious killer as before.
With Third Master Zhu dead, the Hong Gang was left without a leader. No one could suppress the people below anymore, and several Little Brothers fought viciously over the position of boss. The businesses under his command also descended into chaos.
On top of that, the other forces were watching hungrily, all wanting to take this opportunity to sink their teeth into this fat piece of meat.
Because of this, Haicheng was placed under martial law. The Police Department mobilized considerable manpower and resources to maintain order, while also trying to track down Third Master Zhu's killer. They were utterly overwhelmed.