Another Bowl of Fatty Intestine Noodles

"Gao Yang, it's been three days. What's Zhang Qinghuan up to? Have you figured out his whereabouts at all?"

On the phone, Chen Yidong, the boss of the Dragon Mark Society, sounded noticeably impatient.

Gao Yang hesitated for a moment. "You might not believe it, boss, but he's going door to door persuading children to go to school. He goes through one building a day, sweeping the buildings all day long. He hasn't done anything else."

Chen Yidong was taken aback. "Trying to fool me with this ridiculous nonsense? Have you betrayed us?"

Gao Yang explained, "Not yet... no, boss, listen to me, he really hasn't done anything productive in these past three days. And it's not just him, the entire Art Troupe seems to have fallen silent, nobody's doing anything productive."

"How many leaders does the Art Troupe have now?" Chen Yidong asked.

"There are three in total, Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanyai, and Xiao Qi," Gao Yang said. "Xiao Qi is busy with infrastructure work for the owners of the four buildings every day, and Luo Wanyai is busy with team building activities for us new members every day. They don't go out to fight or do business. They don't do anything that is even remotely related to the serious business of the gang."

"By the way, the Art Troupe wiped out four clubs before: Blackwater, Great Hammer, Meteor Hammer, and I Want To Buy A Watch. Where did all those hundreds of people go?" Chen Yidong asked. "Were they absorbed into the Art Troupe, or were they all killed? When PCE asked for people to be handed over, they only handed over thirty."

Gao Yang explained, "They're all folding cardboard boxes, operating sewing machines, and assembling electronic components."

"What the heck?" Chen Yidong was clearly taken aback.

Gao Yang said, "Xiao Qi cleared out the top three floors of the Great Hammer building for them, then installed iron gates and locked them, making them do some kind of 'labor reform' inside, while also making money for the Art Troupe. Now, these people are considered one of the Art Troupe's main businesses, and the cash flow is decent..."

Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa, lost in thought for a long time.

Federal prisons are much better than slums, and there's no such thing as forced labor.

His family has been involved in gangs since his grandfather's generation, and after decades of involvement, they never imagined that they could make money in this way... The key point is, it's too bizarre for gangs to make money in this way!

That's way too old!

Where else can you make money from trafficking people, chemicals, and organs?

Chen Yidong couldn't bear to look at the hundreds of burly men operating sewing machines inside the Great Hammer ride.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense," Chen Yidong sneered. "You already know Zhang Qinghuan's whereabouts, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand. But boss, will Zhang Qinghuan have any expert bodyguards protecting her?"

"Alright, send someone to kill him today. He's just an F-Class gene warrior, what kind of experts could he possibly have around him? He's no longer worth my attention."

"Okay, sure," Gao Yang said, hanging up the phone.

Not far away, Luo Wanyai waved with a smile, "Gao Yang, come and continue the team building with your family!"

"Here it comes!"

In Eighth District, two motorcycles sped out of the courtyard of the Dragon Pattern Villa and headed towards District 9.

"Aren't we going to expand our territory?" Jiang Mubei asked, his mind filled with deep doubt.

The two big shots of Spade knew very well the strength of the Art Troupe; those more than a hundred gene warriors could easily sweep through the entire Lower Three Districts.

Moreover, Jiang Mubei now seems to be more focused on his career.

If this Art Troupe is doing things that oppress the poor, then the two big shots of Spade can at most just be bystanders and watch, and maybe even rid the people of this scourge.

But now things are different. They've discovered that what the Art Troupe is doing is the same thing they're doing, albeit through a different path.

It's better than Spade.

This reignited Jiang Mubei's enthusiasm. He couldn't wait to discuss with Xu Linsen the idea of simply wiping out the Art Troupe, so that the poor people in the Lower Three Districts of City 22 could see the light of day sooner.

Therefore, Jiang Mubei, being an impatient person, became a little anxious seeing the Art Troupe not doing anything productive...

They were even more anxious than the Art Troupe.

Zhang Qinghuan, however, didn't seem to care at all. "Don't rush. Right now, we're just setting a precedent. There are still many people in the District 9 and even the Lower Three Districts who don't know about the Dove Cage. So even if we attack, we won't get any help from the people. Now that we've lit up four buildings, and then we're deliberately spreading the word, it will naturally become a topic of conversation. Look, those people were invited here to visit."

Zhang Qinghuan sat in the noodle shop, pointing to the crowd passing by the door. "No one can stop their desire to improve their lives. The lights in District 9 are enough to ignite their desire."

Jiang Mubei murmured, "If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness."

"That's right," Zhang Qinghuan chuckled. "And there's another problem: all the clubs have to supply their superiors. The clubs supply PCE, and the PCE supplies their councilors, who in turn belong to the conglomerates. If the Art Troupe were to blatantly change the balance, it would definitely attract attention. So, while we need to act quickly, we need to proceed cautiously."

"You came up with all of this?" Jiang Mubei asked doubtfully, his subtext being, "You can actually come up with such a serious line of thinking?"

Zhang Qinghuan readily admitted, "That's what Lao Luo said."

At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly said, "I understand. So we need to wait for something to happen in the city, until PCE is too busy to pay attention to us, and then we can expand rapidly!"

"Smart!" Zhang Qinghuan praised.

Qing Chen said, "How about we assassinate someone from the Kamishiro Corporation? I know a guy named Kamishiro Yunluo who drinks at the Black Swan Restaurant in the Fourth District every day, and he always comes alone in the early morning. I work as a waiter at the Black Swan Restaurant. If we kill him, the Upper Sixth District will definitely be in chaos."

Zhang Qinghuan both amused and exasperated. "I know about Kamishiro Yunluo you're talking about. He's a famous young nobleman in City 22. He's an A-level! We're nothing compared to him. An Xin wait for the chaos to unfold. We can't create chaos ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei exchanged a glance. They realized that the PCE Public Security Management Committee was too busy to deal with the Lower Three Districts, something they could easily do themselves.

Why not just create chaos elsewhere?

At this moment, Jiang Mubei whispered, "Boss, should we help them create chaos?"

"It's worth considering," Xu Linsen nodded. "After all, liberating the Lower Three Districts sooner would allow more people to escape their suffering."

"But the problem is we're from Spade, not really members of Art Troupe," Jiang Mubei said. "I think this is their own business, and it's better for them to handle it themselves."

Xu Linsen was silent for a moment. "If he can really do what we can't, then what's wrong with letting him be the Joker of Spades? I don't mind."

Jiang Mubei was stunned for a moment. "Boss, you..."

"No need for further words, we'll create chaos tonight," Xu Linsen said. Beneath his calm expression, there was still a certain determination. The meaning of their existence as Spades was not for power, but for a certain ideal.

As long as things go smoothly, Xu Linsen's personal gains and losses are not important.

In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, most of the Spades were Wilderness People, and their vision and scope meant that it would be difficult for them to complete this task independently.

Now he knows how ambitious the person behind this Art Troupe is.

Jiang Mubei muttered under his breath, "Let him be the Joker? We don't even know where he is yet, how can we let him be the Joker?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Qing Chen suddenly raised his hand, "Boss, another bowl of braised pork intestine noodles, please."

Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears, turned around, and yelled, "If you want more noodles, just say so! Why are you yelling like that?!"