[Eastern District - Edrin's Section]
The rain had turned the streets into rivers, but it did nothing to wash away the blood.
Edrin stood in front of what had been Chen Wei's largest gambling den, his twin short swords dripping crimson, his glasses somehow still clean despite the carnage around him.
His tactical skill had been active for the past two hours, showing him optimal paths through the building, identifying threats before they materialized, predicting enemy movements with uncanny accuracy.
It had made the slaughter almost mechanical.
Twelve enforcers had tried to defend the gambling operation. All twelve were dead now, their bodies scattered across the den's main floor in various states of dismemberment.
"Section clear, Boss."
Marcus reported, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand, a bottle of beer somehow still in his other hand despite the combat.
"Found their cash reserves in the back. About two hundred thousand in unmarked bills."
