Temple District Star Gate.
Ren Ye left the vicinity of the Great Fortune Safe House. He had wanted to find a chance to slaughter a couple of the "fat sheep" around Wang Dong, but these people stuck together far too closely and showed no intention of leaving alone.
There were less than two hours until midnight. He could not waste time here.
Heading north, Ren Ye planned to look for lower-ranking minor leaders in places with more concentrated missions.
Inside the small safe house.
Old Liu stood up, ready to head to tonight's battlefield.
By the cold wall, the little girl sitting with her arms around her legs slowly raised her head, her hair disheveled. "Uncle, are you leaving?"
"Yes." Old Liu nodded. "It's too dangerous to take you. Just wait here until you leave the gate."
"Then I... will we ever see each other again?" the little girl asked timidly.
Old Liu paused, then grinned. "If fate allows."
"All right. If fate allows." The little girl lowered her head to look at her feet and murmured almost inaudibly, "Thank you."
Old Liu glanced at her without saying anything more, then walked toward the door.
In the dim room, the little girl suddenly clenched her little fists and shouted, "Uncle Liu, you have to win! We've all given up far too much here..."
Holding the door handle, Old Liu slowly looked back. "Yeah. However fucking rotten life is, you ought to win once or twice."
With that, he walked away, leaving the little girl alone in the room.
A little while later, this Star Gate, whose population kept dwindling, lost another person.
Changma Road, Temple District.
Xiao Hai, one of Wang Dong's men, was squatting outside a mission location with six others. They lounged around eating oden, looking