It had been two weeks since Mo Jian met with the two gang leaders. To the people of the lower district, however, it felt like an eternity.
The usual brawl between the two gangs had miraculously stopped.
This had never happened before.
Even when powerful clans mediated their prolonged battles, the peace merely lasted a week. But now…
Two weeks without fighting.
Is the world coming to an end?
People who lived in the district moved as if they were walking on broken glass. The gang silence terrified them more than their normal battles.
At least if they had continued to kill themselves, they wouldn't have time to focus on them.
But now…
Rumors spread in the slums.
Invisible tension hung in the air. At night, people locked their doors and slept with one eye open.
Everyone was expecting the façade to end and the slum to be thrown into deadly life-and-death battle.
Yet, that never happened.
But then they noticed something.
