"Damn it."
Lin Chen was clearly angry. "It seems that as long as the North City Gang remains, North City will never know peace, and Xueqing Island will never be unified."
"Exactly."
Qiu Qian nodded.
"Pick up the pace. I'm getting impatient to meet Zhang Tu."
Lin Chen gave the order.
"Yes, Island Lord!"
Qiu Qian took out a walkie-talkie and shouted into it, "All drivers, accelerate."
"Received!"
The five drivers responded in succession.
They sped all the way there and arrived at the North City Gang's entrance in the northern district of North City in about ten minutes.
Behind the North City Gang was the sea, though a mountain stood between them. The mountain covered a considerable area, around four square kilometers—roughly two kilometers long and two kilometers wide.
The North City Gang had been built against the mountain, saving them the need for one wall. Its territory was actually almost as large as the Island Lord's Palace, reaching thirty square kilometers, six kilometers across and six kilometers deep.
No wonder they could house more than 3,500 people while still leaving so much room for training and other activities.
"Who are you people?"
Seeing five cars approach, the guards gathered around and asked.
"Don't you recognize me?"
Qiu Qian rolled down the window and spoke indifferently.
The guards immediately understood. That morning, their people had gone to cause trouble at the Island Lord's Palace, only for a large group of them to have their legs chopped off. Even Third Boss Zeng Ke had been killed. Their boss, Zhang Tu, had convened an emergency meeting, and the guard had clearly attended it.
They had been told to regroup over the next couple of days and prepare to besiege the Island Lord's Palace. Now, the captain of the Island Lord's Palace