Another evening.
Chikan Bay, Heping Branch Road.
An open-air food stall could always be considered an excellent place to gather information.
Bare-chested men were everywhere at the tables, raising their glasses and loudly sharing the rumors they had heard, all to earn astonished looks from their friends.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, one of the men, who had a large belly, burped. He glanced around and said, "Have you heard? White Shark Gang has a new boss."
"Yeah, yeah, I heard about it too."
"I heard the new boss is a martial artist?"
"No way. Whatever level of martial artist he is, he could easily become a Red Pole in one of the big organizations. Why would he come to this backwater to be a boss? What's in it for him?"
The burly man's companions grew interested in the topic.
In Chikan Bay, gossip about criminal gangs was one of people's favorite subjects.
"A martial artist? Ha. Why would a martial artist take an interest in a little gang like White Shark Gang?"
The portly man lowered his voice and added, "I'm telling you, I've seen this sort of thing plenty of times. All that talk about a martial artist becoming their new boss is just to scare people."
"Think about it. Has anyone seen that new boss of White Shark Gang—the one in all the rumors—show his face these past few days?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen him, anyway."
"Only White Shark's been showing his face everywhere. Who knows what he's busy with?"
"Wait, isn't that White Shark over there?"
"Enough talking. Drink up, drink up."
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, White Shark swaggered down the street, two underlings trailing behind him.
He surveyed the packed food stall, then walked straight over to its owner.
"Well,