Fog City.
The once-resplendent Federation Bank headquarters.
Dozens of business tycoons knelt on the floor, trembling.
In the next room, separated by nothing but a pane of glass, lay a pile of wealthy executives' corpses.
The foul stench of blood and rotting bodies was suffocating.
This was how the rich feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those with nothing to lose.
Before these vicious bandits, no matter how big a fucking deal you had once been, you had to kneel.
As Bone put it, "Does having more money make you bulletproof?"
Through the windows, these business magnates could clearly hear one explosion after another.
Almost all of Fog City's iconic buildings had been blown up. Right now, the bandits were going door to door, asking to borrow money.
This gang of bandits had almost single-handedly destroyed the financial system their opponents took such pride in.
Inside a massive conference hall that could accommodate hundreds.
The five Sworn Sons-Hu Du, Er Pang, Black Raccoon, Zuo Ju, and Duan Ka-sat side by side on a sofa.
Legs crossed and eyes narrowed, they scrutinized the people below like judges of the dead.
Everyone below was silent as the grave.
Zuo Ju leisurely photographed the Federation Business Confidential Documents with his phone, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"We dirt-poor bastards have one foot in prison and the other in a coffin, robbing just enough to scrape by."
"You sit in your offices and barely lift a finger... and rob people of their lifetime savings."
The plunder of capital was the bloodiest and cruelest of all.
What these confidential documents recorded was enough to make even the bandits of Overlord Stronghold suck in a cold breath.
"Freedom in the West sure is great. Even robbery is this fucking blatant." A toothpick dangling