The bustling City of Injustice quells its daytime clamor at midnight.
Yet it hasn't truly succumbed to silence.
Gray Rock District, the Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters is brightly lit.
Inside the skyscraper.
Busy air permeates every corner.
Packing, sealing, counting, exchanging...
In the corridors, inside offices, even in stairwells, hurried figures are everywhere.
"Boss Wang, the stakes in that casino and the management rights for those three streets, at a fixed price!"
A sharp-eyed man holds a phone, his voice loud and tone resolute, "Yes, at the price you offered before, three hundred thousand, but we don't want cash, equivalent value in qi blood crystals, life pearls, or meditation flowers will do."
On the other end of the phone, silence stretched for a few seconds as if to confirm: "Three hundred thousand? All in resources? Are you really leaving?"
