"Don't even mention it! It's complete chaos outside right now—every kind of lunatic is out there. We originally planned to hide in our hideout until the riots ended, but there wasn't a moment of peace all night. First came the rioters, then all sorts of people taking advantage of the chaos to loot, and in the end, even cultists showed up. Lukaku was injured by those cultists. We lost dozens of brothers before we could fight our way here. Several of my old brothers didn't make it!"
When Wahid was brought before Solam and asked what had happened, he felt as if he were about to vomit up his guts.
"Before this, I always thought Calimport was the most chaotic place in the world. Who would've thought Athkatla could be even worse? Back in Calimport, people died every day, but this place was different. Usually, it was much better than Calimport, but once things got out of hand, everything went completely insane. You didn't see it—those people had gone mad. Men, women, old people, children, they all dared to pick up knives and hack at people!"
Recently, Wahid's fortunes had been soaring. With Solam as his wealthy patron and the Shadow Thieves turning a blind eye, Wahid and his men had quickly seized most of the lucrative territory in the Dock District. He had even recruited several hundred underlings, and life could not have been sweeter. It was because of this that Wahid had not thought much of Athkatla's people. To him, the gangs here were like children playing house. Even after a gang clash, there were often very few casualties. That was simply unimaginable in Calimport. In Calimport, if a gang fight did not leave at least a dozen people dead, it was practically considered a pointless fight.
But