"White Iron" was a very typical middle-of-the-road gang.
Unlike other gangs that specialized in something, they dabbled in everything. They could not be called outstanding, but they were not too bad either.
That was also why Xie Qingyan valued them. They were unremarkable, relatively low-key, and the most convenient to use.
But that did not mean they were weak. At the very least, with Prism's support, Song Ziyou's forces had used blitzkrieg tactics in their full-scale assault on "Furious Wolf."
"Chu Cuicheng, surrender peacefully!"
Song Ziyou was far bolder than usual as he directed his gang into battle.
It was about time for him to hold his head high.
To be fair, gang leaders had their own pride. Although he, like Ding Jun, usually humbled himself before the corporations, that did not mean he accepted everything without protest.
Or rather, he had to find some way to vent that resentment.
Especially because of the earlier raid on the Long Saber Party, Xie Qingyan had reprimanded him quite a bit lately. Even if Su Lin's intervention made it understandable, the gap in their status was right there. He could not exactly crane his neck and complain about being wronged. If he deserved blame, he had to take it.
So it was time to prove himself!
"Charge!"
Even though they were being held back as well, White Iron's members were far more fired up than Furious Wolf's. A massive gang war was about to erupt, and all of District Ten instantly descended into chaos.
Song Ziyou knew full well that this was a race against time. Who knew how many people were watching this place, waiting to get a share of the spoils? It was just like District Six before. Perhaps even many years from now, nothing would change.
So they had