Everything had gone more easily than imagined.
Xie Lan had thought that without Ye Xiu showing himself, those gang bosses would still doubt the Wildfire Gang's strength.
Yet in the end, nearly everyone had given up on continuing the fight.
"Boss Xie may not know this yet, but Azure Prefecture is about to dock."
At the banquet, the drunken Mohawk-haired man let out a long breath.
Xie Lan knew him. He was the boss of a gang in South City of District Eight. She had long forgotten his name; everyone called him by his nickname, Hyena.
He had earned that nickname not merely because his gang specialized in trafficking human organs.
More importantly, the man truly was like a hyena. So long as there was a corpse, even one from his own gang, he would haul it away and sell it.
No—rather, once you lost your value, he would drag you away and dispose of you.
Such conduct was despised throughout the entire Lower City.
After all, evil was evil, but if you did not even care about your own subordinates, who could deal with you without fear?
Yet because of his organ trade, he had established connections with people from the Upper City and monopolized District Eight's underground medical business. Even if people did not want to deal with him, they had no choice.
After all, no matter how desperately the poor people of the Lower City struggled outside, they could never afford the professional medical institutions of the Upper City.
Xie Lan had always despised his way of doing things.
Or rather, the Wildfire Gang had been hostile to this man from beginning to end.
By rights, with Xie Lan's power now at its peak, she ought to have made trouble for him.
But after hearing Hyena's words