"Arbitrator" Chuck, the most powerful boss in the South City, a godfather-level figure in the underworld.

An exquisite brown suit, a heavy woolen overcoat, a low-pressed bowler hat, a thick beard... Although not very tall, his arms were sturdy enough, his angular features were chiseled like a knife, and his eyes were as deep as a wolf's. His temperament was as steady as a mountain.

This president of the "Iron Cross Society" satisfied Suren's every expectation of a gangster boss.

…

Seeing the president coming, a group of Cross Society members greeted him one after another: "President!"

"Everyone has worked hard."

Chuck nodded to everyone and looked at the unconscious prisoner on the ground.

Qiantiao took the initiative to explain, "This guy wanted to commit suicide when he saw he couldn't escape, but I stopped him. He looks unfamiliar; he should be a mercenary from the North City."

The outer city of Old Landun has three major gangs, occupying the eastern, western, and southern districts respectively. The northern district, being close to the inner city, is still managed by the City Security Office, and no large gangs can reach there.

As a buffer zone between the slum and the inner city, the northern district has a complex mix of forces, gathering various neutral organizations such as the Mercenary Guild, the Alchemist Guild, the Wasteland Hunter Guild, and the Professional Guild.

Apart from the three major gangs, the vast majority of "professionals" in the outer city mingle in the North City, and there are many experts.

The people who attacked the Cross Society headquarters this time seemed to be mercenary groups from the North City.

Hearing this, Chuck nodded, seemingly pondering something, and said, "Mm."

He added indifferently, "These guys used a black sickle to break open the vault door. It should be the sealing object [Hypnos' Black Scythe of Night], which appeared at the inner city auction house a few years ago and can break through anything."

Hearing this, several captains seemed to recall something. Their brows furrowed slightly, but they also showed realization.

Only that sealing object could break open the vault door in such a short time.

At this moment, Chuck frowned and said seriously, "Sealing objects cannot be placed in storage rings, making them a big target. The people can leave, but the object must not leave the South City! Notify the brothers below to immediately seal off the district. No one must escape."

The captains responded in unison, "Yes, President!"

…

The support team from Green Street was originally not qualified to hear these high-level gang decisions, but they had arrived too early and happened to be in front of the headquarters building.

Hearing President Chuck's order, they immediately acted, preparing to return to Green Street to set up defenses.

The motorcycle started, just about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, Qiantiao thought of something and threw the unconscious prisoner onto one of the convertible motorcycles, saying, "Kai, take this guy to the interrogation room."

"Okay!"

Kai nodded and beckoned a few people to tie the man up.

The gang's interrogation room was just three blocks away, so it was on the way.

After the Green Street gang left, the captains also left one after another, each heading to their patrol districts.

President Chuck was left standing alone, his gaze deeply fixed on the foggy district in the distance, seemingly lost in thought.

After a while, a middle-aged man with a cigarette holder in his mouth walked over and reported, "President, we've investigated. Of the seven people who entered the vault, we killed four and captured one. But the 'thing' is also missing. It should have been taken away by the guy with the sickle. As for the last one, it might be..."

Chuck waved his hand before he could finish, "I know."

No one saw it, but upon hearing these words, a trace of sigh flashed in the eyes of this infamous gangster godfather.

…

The motorcade from Green Street proceeded on its return journey.

Unlike the tense atmosphere when they came, the car was now filled with joy.

Captain Kai also announced good news: "Brothers, Old Man Yan just said that everyone who participated in the mission will get a bonus of 50,000; Green Street came the fastest this time, with an extra bonus of 50,000!"

"Hahaha, Old Man Yan is mighty! Captain is mighty!"

The motorcade immediately erupted in wild laughter.

One hundred thousand Lisuo was a full five months' salary for everyone. For ordinary gang members, this was definitely a huge sum of money.

Although six gang members died and more than a dozen were injured in the bridge encounter earlier, this didn't seem to be a big deal to these gang members who were used to death and bloodshed.

The lives of most people in the outer city are not worth 100,000, including theirs.

If you can survive, you have to continue to enjoy it.

Minor injuries can be solved with an injection of healing potion, and even if there are amputated limbs, the 100,000 bonus is enough for them to install a mechanical prosthetic limb and enjoy several months in the pleasure houses of Green Street...

Suren listened to the cheers and shouts of the crowd, and a smile appeared on his face.

On his first day joining the gang, he encountered so many things, which really surprised him a bit.

Sure enough...

The high risk and high mortality rate of gangs are not just rumors.

But the rewards are also equal.

However, Suren thought that this kind of life was not bad.

It made him experience a long-lost pleasure.

He had spent several years in a juvenile detention center for psychiatric treatment until he could perfectly control his emotions before he was released.

His "illness" seemed to be cured, but he rarely experienced the excitement of adrenaline soaring. Even the scariest movies and the scariest games rarely stirred his heart, and as time went by, that sense of boredom became more and more serious, and the joy of life became less and less.

On the contrary, Suren found this cruel dungeon world very much to his liking.

…

As he thought about it, his thoughts drifted away.

"An attack on the Cross Society headquarters was instead calculated and surrounded by the president and cadres. The gang's top management has good methods..."

Suren sighed in his heart, thinking of the "big shots" he had seen before.

President "Arbitrator" Chuck, as well as cadres "Four-Armed Rakshasa" Thirteen, "Smoke Ghost" Sambu Kachinsky, and "Night Angel" Goethe Amato...

Each of them was a professional of the second level or above, not only with super strength, but also seemingly flesh-and-blood characters.

It can’t be simply summarized by the word "gang."

But suddenly.

Not knowing what he thought of, Suren's gaze suddenly fell on the prisoner in this attack, and his mind instinctively started playing a reasoning game.

Who could the enemy be?

Was it the "Raven Gang," an old rival, or the "Steam Party"?

But as it currently stands, almost all those participating in this operation are mercenaries from the North City. It's unlikely that the two major gangs would take action, or rather, the degree of direct participation is not high.

Hiring mercenaries so lavishly is probably... a big shot from the inner city.

Also, why did they come to attack the headquarters warehouse?

It's not worth it to simply rob wealth.

With that free time, robbing the rich is much easier than robbing the gang.

The target of these mercenaries should be a very important special item in the warehouse...

With the limited clues pieced together, Suren quickly deduced some of the truth in his mind.

However, he wasn't interested in delving too deeply.

After all, he doesn't want to, and simply doesn't have the ability to meddle in the affairs of the gang's top management.

"But speaking of which, these mercenaries know that the Cross Society's high-level combat power is not weak, so why would they choose to hit a stone with an egg?"

Suren thought of something that interested him.

Judging from the calm expressions of the cadres before, it probably didn't take much effort to kill those mercenaries.

So, where did the enemy get their confidence?

"Oh, that's not right. The person said before that the president and the others had just returned... which means that the enemy took advantage of the gang's top management not being in the city to strike. However, the president and the cadres were actually lurking in the city, waiting to catch a turtle in a jar?"

Suren felt that things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

No one would be bored enough to play an empty city trick and get beaten up.

After all, the gang headquarters being breached is like being slapped in the face. Even if the losses can be recovered, it's not something glorious for the dignified "Iron Cross Society," one of the three major gangs.

So, Suren came to the conclusion: "If the gang's top management is using a trick, it must be to achieve some kind of purpose..."

For example:

Establishing prestige?

Or luring out an internal traitor?

With such a large-scale invasion, there must be an accomplice within the Cross Society...

As Suren thought this, he wondered, "Huh... that's not right."

Suddenly, he looked at the unconscious prisoner again, and a thought popped into his mind for no reason: "If there really is an internal traitor in the gang, according to the normal script, if no one comes to kill someone to silence them at this time, the plot doesn't feel perfect..."

The interrogation room is just three blocks away. If they don't kill the prisoner on the way, it will be difficult to kill him after he is sent inside. At that time, the identity of the internal traitor will definitely not be hidden.

Perhaps it's "what you seek, you shall find."

As soon as that thought arose in Suren's mind, the sound of a sniper rifle rang out like thunder.

Taking a closer look, the prisoner in the car in front had his head blown to pieces.

"..."

Suren looked at the bloody scene in front of him, his face twitching violently.

He immediately realized that he seemed to have guessed correctly.