Intelligence
You never visited the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. Africa and even the Middle East were not the turf of Wu Fusheng, that old hag of an intelligence broker from the Indochinese Peninsula.
In the gray zones, dividing spheres of influence was crucial. Recklessly crossing into another district to steal someone's livelihood often sparked disputes.
That was why, as soon as Wu Fusheng's unfamiliar face entered the tavern, the Russians surrounded her. No one came to help; they were all delighted to watch the spectacle and revel in her misfortune.
Yet no one had expected this "Indian" to know Li Bai. In that case... never mind, never mind.
No one would refuse to show respect at a time like this. After all, the tavern's Big BOSS had a fearsome reputation. Even Somalia's most terrifying Black Wizard did not dare provoke him.
The last Black Wizard who had thought he could go toe-to-toe with him had already been reduced to ashes along with his tribe beneath the government's artillery fire. Officially, the government army had done it, but some things were never truly secrets.
The Black Wizard circles in Somalia and even throughout northeastern Africa soon learned the truth. One side had merely hired a lone assassin to wait for an opportunity to strike, while the other had deployed heavy artillery directly, leveling the employer's entire tribe and sparing neither man nor beast.
The Black Wizards who had originally threatened retaliation quickly lowered their banners and pretended nothing had happened. Every one of them understood perfectly well that it was not worth dragging themselves and their entire tribes into the grave. That nonsense about offending one Black Wizard and bringing an entire group down on your head was all bullshit in the face of artillery shells!
That bastard Li