Bright sunlight shone over the Baxter Building, mottled golden rays inlaid across the steel body of the skyscraper, reflecting a brilliant gleam.
Sean stood quietly on the rooftop. The warm sunlight made him feel comfortable, as though he were soaking in a hot spring. The nerves tightened by consecutive battles gradually relaxed.
"...At around ten last night, a mysterious tremor and subsidence occurred on 59th Street in the Clinton District near Manhattan. The mayor's office has confirmed that it was caused by the Midtown Circle Financial company in West Midtown, which carried out an explosive demolition last night after failing to meet building permit requirements..."
Listening to the television news report, Sean's lips curved into a faint smile. Everything had come to a satisfactory conclusion. Elektra had become the Hand's sole leader and gained Madame Gao's full support, while Wesley had used the Hand's power to seize complete control of Hell's Kitchen's businesses and territory. Every disobedient gang leader had been sunk into the Hudson River.
Madame Gao, who had survived by swallowing her pride and compromising, handed all of her properties over to Elektra with remarkable decisiveness and no hesitation whatsoever. This elderly woman truly possessed extraordinary wisdom in dealing with the world.
Of course, compared with those financial assets and the expansion of his own influence, Sean's greatest gain came from the Dragon Bone remains buried underground. This "holy relic," said to grant immortality and revive the dead, was actually nothing more than the fossilized remains of an alien species. It contained immense life energy, enough to restore vitality and prolong life.
Sean was not like the Hand's leaders, craving a long life or even harboring the delusional dream of eternal immortality. In his view, relying solely on Dragon Bone remains to extend one's life was no different