How the tables had turned.
Qing Ye sat on the steps, tying the blue bandana back on as he waited for his companions to wake up.
He was still a minor gang member within Blue Square, at least for now. But he knew these days would not last much longer. Those things that could barely even be called human dared to cling to power? What a joke.
His older brother, Qingshan, was an even bigger fool.
Qing Ye flexed his sprained wrist. After his own emergency treatment, it was no longer a serious problem.
"It's a good thing to have outside help to rely on."
He raised his head toward the rooftop across the street. Only the sound of wind came from the top of the towering building, with no sign of human activity, yet he still waved and greeted the great existence that existed only in rumors.
"Thank you for lending me your power. Whether you can hear me or not, I still have to say it."
The young master was eagerly sharpening his claws and fangs. I could see his thirst for war—not for war itself, but for the gears accelerated by it. The older generation was merely kindling; the burning flames were the rebirth of the next generation...
Cup Snake silently recorded everything in the room.
The organization known as the Grey Scavengers was said to have never shown anyone its true appearance. It profited solely by providing intelligence.
Yet Cup Snake found them with no effort at all.
No, it had not found them. The Grey Scavengers had approached it on their own initiative.
They were merely a pile of machines. Cup Snake did not know why it had the authority to use them, allowing it to take in every corner of the city at a