"I heard they went to ambush a disciple from a Martial Arts Hall. Maybe they just weren't skilled enough and got killed?"
"No way. Who told you that? If they dared to set an ambush, they must have been confident. How could they have been killed so easily?"
"Whatever the case, it's best not to mess with those Martial Arts Hall disciples. You never know when you might cross someone you can't afford to offend."
"...."
The discussion was just that—talk. No one actually dug any deeper.
The government constables took one look, saw it was a gang war, and couldn't even be bothered to move the bodies. They just ordered someone to drag them off to be buried. On the case file, they wrote "Gang infighting, matter handled," and considered the case closed.
The Yiqi Gang's headquarters in Guang'an Square, along with its various strongholds in other districts, had long since descended into chaos.
