Early morning.
The sun rose.
Everyone gathered outside the room stared intently at the ordinary wooden door.
Though they were all among the most powerful people in Sin City, not one of them made a sound.
It was as though they feared disturbing the room's occupant during his rest and putting him in a bad mood.
At this point, Yu Mo's strength no longer mattered.
Those few slots for leaving the city were like a command token within Sin City, granting control over everything.
In the distance...
A burly man, still stained with blood and looking slightly pale, slowly approached in the morning sunlight. He sat down cross-legged some distance away, closed his eyes, and said nothing.
Several minutes later, a woman, also injured, approached and picked an unoccupied spot to rest and recuperate.
Though no one yet knew exactly how Yu Mo's contest for the slots would unfold, hostility already hung in the air between those present.
They kept their distance from one another, watching warily.
Some clustered in twos and threes, while others roamed the edges as lone wolves.
Someone as powerful as Chu Huai occupied the spot closest to the door with more than ten followers, surveying his surroundings with a smile.
The burly man who had only learned the news the previous night also brought seven or eight people, taking the position closest to Chu Huai and staring at him with hostility.
Outside the door, the atmosphere was oppressive and tense.
Inside, however...
"Please, my lady, I'm begging you. Check your remote control more often..."
"Normal people need to use the bathroom when they get up in the morning..."
Sitting in his wheelchair, Yu Mo felt like crying but had no tears, waving his fingers frantically before the tiny camera.
But there was still no response.