Night fell, and the city lights began to shine.
On the streets of East Sea City, a belligerent convoy of military SUVs was staging a public "armed debt collection" for all to see.
In the lead vehicle, Han Feng rested a hand on the window frame, his expression calm as he watched the neon lights fly past outside.
Behind him, Zhou Ming, Xiaowang, and a few other young men were squeezed into another car, the earlier humiliation on their faces long since replaced by a fervent excitement.
They looked at their consultant as if gazing upon a living god.
'So it turned out, might really did make right.'
Several hundred meters behind the convoy, a number of daring citizens and mercenaries trailed them.
They followed in their personal hover cars, trailing from a distance like a school of sharks that had smelled blood, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.
"Next up is Jinyuan Special Steel in the North Ring District, right?"
Han Feng asked without turning his head.
