Gangs lived by the law of the jungle. If the Judgment Knight was not a gang member, then everyone indeed ought to hate him to the bone.
But if the man beneath the mask was Matches Malone, whom all the smaller gangs admired, that changed everything.
Thinking back, they realized that the Judgment Knight really had not slaughtered innocents. He had spared those without blood on their hands, as well as the underage children.
As more and more people came around, they lowered their guns one after another.
If Mr. Malone truly stood with the gangs and would lead them in establishing a new order in rotten Gotham, then everything he had done could be forgiven.
Only the last bunch of hotheads, the Croc Boss Gang, remained. These muscular, simple-minded men were loyal to Killer Croc Wei Lun from the bottom of their hearts.
Qin Wei had not expected a few words made up on the spot to sway them.
Sincerity was the way to deal with simple people.
"I have never regretted killing Wei Lun."
Staring into Hans's furious eyes, Qin Wei opened with a bombshell.
"You!"
Hans was already on edge. Provoked by those words, he broke free of his companions' arms and charged forward.
In an instant, black gun muzzles surrounded him.
"Mr. Wei Lun hated drugs. He couldn't possibly have been Arnold's mole. You framed him and killed him!"
"Was I wrong?" Qin Wei pushed aside the gun barrel in front of him and approached Hans step by step. "He wanted to kill me, and I wasn't allowed to fight back? I don't care whether he was Arnold's inside man or simply didn't want me to win the bet. The fact is that he attacked me. Shouldn't I have fought back?
"Time was tight that night,