If anyone in Sin City was panicking the most right now, it had to be Chu Cuicheng, leader of the "Raging Wolves" in District Ten.
These past few days, he had barely been able to sleep.
He was practically dying of regret. The heavy losses they had suffered in District Six still had not been recovered from.
Who could have thought that what was supposed to be a quick raid would end up getting him killed?
The key was, who the hell knew that old bastard Ding Jun had managed to get such good equipment? Gang conflicts had always been straightforward, and weapon quality played a decisive role. You had machetes and pistols while they had armored vehicles and cannons. Of course you could not win. That was just how it worked.
But that was exactly what made it so absurd, wasn't it? As an established gang, the Raging Wolves' main business was selling weapons, yet they had been completely crushed by superior firepower... If word got out, there would be nothing left but humiliation.
Their losses had been devastating—though the other losses could be dealt with, many elite members had been wiped out in one go. Those were fighters they had spent a long time cultivating, and they could not be replaced anytime soon.
So all Chu Cuicheng could do now was pray that they could get through this period safely and restore their strength. Otherwise, things would only continue to worsen.
But how could things possibly be so easy? Everyone had seen that the Raging Wolves were weakening, and they were already eyeing them greedily. The surface looked calm, but everyone was waiting for that one spark to set things off.
Seeking help was difficult too. Asking other gangs was obviously unrealistic; it would already be a blessing