An Outstanding Subordinate

Alex's underground base was brightly lit, giving the technological items displayed in the showcases a unique, cold aesthetic.

Several days had passed. The underground base had a newly cleared training area, complete with various exercise equipment, sandbags, plum blossom stakes, and weighted weapons like swords, spears, sabers, halberds, axes, whips, hammers, staffs, clubs, and javelins. It also had exercise equipment that surpassed normal human capabilities. Alex had been practicing controlling his Magnetic Psionics in the underground base, combining it with his physical strength to perform all sorts of incredible moves and techniques, showcasing his ultimate skill.

At the same time, he was also waiting in the underground base for information on Jack.

Alex intended to support Jack in becoming the ruler of the lower districts, establishing the environment and structure of the lower districts to make them a stable source of income for himself.

However, over the next few days, Alex learned some peculiar information from his adoptive father, Bert.

"Al Swan has been transferred to the lower districts. Alex, that kick of yours was too harsh; you kicked a deputy inspector with a promising future straight to a place like the lower districts."

"What's going on?"

Alex frowned. To be honest, he hadn't expected to be able to kick Al Swan out of the headquarters like that. Even if he was blamed for the Multiplicity's escape due to taking credit, the subsequent series of upper-level suppressions against him shouldn't have resulted in Al Swan being transferred to a chaotic place like the lower districts.

Even if he had to be transferred out of headquarters, at least with Al Swan's status and the Swan family's influence, it would have been normal for him to be transferred to the upper districts, which had the best environment and were filled with wealthy people. If not the upper districts, then other more relaxed districts like Barton or the Northwest District would have been acceptable. There was absolutely no reason to transfer a deputy inspector with status and background to the chaotic lower districts.

"He applied for the transfer to the lower districts himself."

Alex's mind raced. What did Al Swan intend to do in the lower districts? Otherwise, there was no reason for him to transfer to such a chaotic place that everyone avoided.

If Al Swan had no ulterior motives, Alex wouldn't believe it for a second.

The Swan family's position in the upper echelons of Central City wasn't very high; they were merely a middle-tier family in high society. Only in recent years, after surviving the internet recession, had they begun to ride the wave of the internet era, showing promise of becoming a member of Central City's upper-class families.

At this juncture, having a family member like Al Swan with questionable character had brought shame to the Swan family. Did they really want to meddle in the dark forces of the underworld in the lower districts?

In the eyes of upper-class society, the gangs and underworld figures in the lower districts were merely dirty thugs, not worthy of their respect.

Was the Swan family crazy? Having Al Swan interfere with such underworld forces would be equivalent to completely squandering the Swan family's efforts to become a member of upper-class society.

Alex was utterly perplexed.

He had considered that Al Swan might cooperate with others, but there was no need. The Swan family was far superior to these gutter gangs; there was no need for them to stoop to cooperating with people from the gutter.

But Alex hadn't anticipated Al Swan's absolute hatred for him. That kick had shattered his proud self-esteem, making him unable to face anyone in the police department. His family also had many criticisms of him and had stopped supporting him. All of this caused him extreme inner torment, wishing he could kill Alex. Even cooperating with his former despised rivals, Al Swan had no complaints.

"Understood."

Alex knew that Bert was calling to remind him of a potential retaliation from the Swan family. However, Alex had no intention of staying in the police force forever, and if they tried to target him from within the department, no one could do anything to him.

Just as Alex was about to hang up, Bert reminded him that Thanksgiving was approaching.

Alex suddenly realized that Bert wasn't calling to inform him about Al Swan's transfer but to tell him to finish his business and go home for the holiday reunion.

Historically, Alex's family never allowed him to miss Thanksgiving.

"Then I need to speed things up."

Alex thought to himself that he might as well resolve the issues in the lower districts before Thanksgiving.

He hung up Bert's call and returned to his computer, continuing to review the information Jack had sent about the territories occupied by gangs in the lower districts, the arms and drug dealings of various gangs, and even specific details about the sellers in the Golden Triangle. Everything was laid out clearly.

This was completely unlike Jack's style. Where would Jack get such detailed information? It also included notes on things to watch out for, plans for who to replace the various gang leaders with to quickly control the lower districts, and other follow-up strategies.

This was the work of a management talent, someone who could at least become a CEO of a major company.

Could someone with such capabilities be a subordinate to a good-for-nothing gang leader who only wanted to play hip-hop?

This was very strange.

Alex called to inquire directly, as the person who compiled this information was too capable. At least Alex didn't believe it could be Jack's subordinate.

"Yeah, boss, Ah Hu is amazing! He was the one who took down the Crimson Angels before. What's up, boss? Is there a problem?"

Alex's head was filled with question marks. Were Jack's subordinates this outstanding? They did everything for Jack.

Why were his own subordinates such useless people like Jack?

They even drove away his top two undercover agents and broke their legs.

"Is there a problem?"

"What problem?"

"How did you get a subordinate like that?"

"Oh, oh, oh… One day! I was on the beach looking at girls… yo yo… I saw him covered in… covered in scars, scars, scars, bleeding all over… yo, so I saved him… hey yo… and then he started following me… always following me… yo yo yo."

"Speak normally. Didn't you ask about his background?"

"Nope, why? Is there a problem?"

"..."

"But Ah Hu is easy to fight. He can take down twenty to thirty people with one punch. He says he's a martial artist and has traveled the world sparring with various masters. He boasts about being a top martial artist in the world."

"But I feel like you're still more amazing, boss. Ah Hu doesn't have your appeal to women."

"What's his name!"

"Ah Hu!"

"Full name."

"I don't know."

"Ah Hu, what's your name?"

One could imagine Jack turning his head to ask Ah Hu his name over the phone.

Alex also heard a deep, resonant voice come through.

"Bronze Tiger."