Not Much to It

The crisp crack of shattering bones echoed through the factory. How could gang members who were not even Martial Artists withstand such a savage blow?

The mangled corpse was flung to the ground like a tattered sack, blood seeping into the uneven brick floor.

"Burnett Family, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to start a war with the Martial Alliance?!" Mr. Lan erupted in fury, his long robe billowing without wind as he lunged at Bruckner's subordinate.

Bruckner's expression changed drastically as he shouted, "Halil, what's going on?"

He was no less shocked than Mr. Lan. If the Burnett Family wanted a share of Great Abyss, they could not do without the Martial Alliance and that prince. The family would never abandon the bigger picture for the sake of this profit.

As if realizing something, Bruckner's face darkened. "No, you're not Halil at all!"

His aura burst forth as a fierce whip kick tore through the air and came crashing down. "This is the greatest provocation against the Burnett Family. Only death can atone for it!"

"Hahahaha! On one side, sewer rats despised by all. On the other, foreign thieves trying to tear flesh from Great Abyss. Today, the Great Abyss Inspection Group has earned another great merit!"

"Halil" tore off the lifelike mask on his face, revealing a somewhat weathered countenance. "Acting while wearing a thief's face disgusted me to no end. I can finally take it off."

He swept his gaze across the factory and raised his voice so it carried far into the distance. "All Inspection Group members, immediately cooperate with Han Grandmaster!"

Sensing trouble, Mr. Lan tried to withdraw, but he and Bruckner were both held in place by the Inspection Group leader, who went all out to stall them.

"Leader Acevedo!" Bruckner