"Have all the Dog Men in the slums been hired?" Gao Ming thought that the ones capable of doing such a thing were not the gangs but acquaintances of his own. Only outsiders would accumulate strength without regard for cost; Dog Men who have lost self-awareness are the best help at this stage.
"Yeah! It's gonna be a bloodbath tonight!" Jia Youzhi was trembling with fear; his courage was small, and he looked even more wretched like this.
The spark that ignited the conflict between the Bamboo River Society and Wansheng was Gao Ming killing the hotel owner to protect himself. Both sides wanted to cool down the situation, but unfortunately, there were secret hands fanning the flames, eventually igniting the powder keg of the Third District.
