The night was dark.
In a shaded valley less than fifty kilometers from Red Moon Mountain, a jungle village crafted entirely of concrete and steel, encompassing nearly half of the valley, was brightly lit. In front of a three-story building in the center, there were quite a few apes over two and a half meters tall, covered in thick fur, hawking their wares on the bustling street, making it look like a lively marketplace.
In the perilous wilderness, it was like a paradise removed from the world.
And this village was the wilderness base camp of the Great Ape Gang, an area where few from Chasing Light City's wild gangs and the many vagabonds dared to tread.
To enter this village, you had to be of the Ape Race, lest one face expulsion or even death.
However, inside the three-story building of the Great Ape Gang, there were individuals not of the Ape Race, receiving distinguished hospitality from the gang's higher-ups.
