Dying, Dying...

Green hair.

The only person who seemed vaguely familiar from my memories was the young man who had helped me get forged documents in Ganlin City.

Back then, I had even praised his professionalism. He hadn't caused trouble because of my age, and had cleanly completed the transaction with payment and goods exchanged.

Moyu stopped and took a careful look at the green-haired young man's face. Slowly, it overlapped with the image in his memories.

What a coincidence.

Could even the mafia have a system for cross-district personnel transfers?

They had actually transferred a member from Ganlin City to a place as far away as Los Santos.

Moyu thought to himself.

Elsewhere.

Ying no longer dared to look in Moyu's direction. Before he realized it, sweat had already beaded heavily on his forehead.

That boy!?

What was going on? What exactly was going on...

They had only been apart for a little over an hour. Why did he feel even more terrifying now?

It was as if he had transformed from a ferocious striped tiger into a fearsome Tyrannosaurus rex.

The change was far too exaggerated.

Ying couldn't imagine what had happened during that short hour or so.

He was extremely confident in his own ability, to the point of being pathological, so he had never even considered the possibility that his judgment might be wrong.

He truly believed that Moyu had undergone some unknown transformation in the span of a little over an hour.

And that transformation had brought him an even more visceral sense of fear.

"Brother Ying, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"

The underling walking beside Ying suddenly noticed that something was wrong with him.

They all looked toward Ying, their faces filled with confusion.

The venue for the black-boxing arena had been taken