Two nights later, a group of people gathered on the streets of Flame City.
Once the crowd had grown to over a hundred, Clay, who was leading them, jumped onto the roof of a sedan. Holding up a pill sealed in wax, he roared loudly.
"Do you see this?"
"This is what the boss wants!"
"Take your men and search those establishments for this thing—or for anything or anyone you think might be connected to it."
"Understood!"
"Got it!"
"Yes, Chief Clay!"
The gang leaders, big and small, all answered in turn.
Though their voices were far from uniform, their momentum was striking.
Not to mention the brawls that followed.
Every nightclub in Flame City was swept as though by a violent storm, as if some monster had barged in and rampaged through them.
In fact, two days earlier, Ethan Hunter—Qin Ran's alias—had already earned the title of "monster."
Unreasonable.
Greedy and vicious.
Those were the impressions Ethan Hunter had left on everyone.
And after Qin Ran had personally killed the leaders of every opposing force one day earlier, the title of "monster" had become indisputable.
Because Qin Ran had torn those people apart alive.
Qin Ran felt no psychological burden over using cruel means to eliminate people steeped in evil.
Just as those people had used cruel means to eliminate others.
It was merely a shift between hunter and prey.
Perfectly normal, wasn't it?
However, Qin Ran had absolutely no intention of becoming prey.
Unless he did so deliberately.
Seated behind the desk, Kerry reported to Qin Ran on all the large and small events of the past few days.
It was complicated, but Kerry had organized it all with remarkable clarity.
Most importantly, everything was truthful.
"My lord, that is roughly the situation."
"Our people have already taken