This night was as hot as if the entire Royal Capital could burst into flames.
If it were to rain, the raindrops might even boil.
But if it really did rain, that would be the best possible outcome.
At least that's what Sea King Lockeby's men, who were lurking at key spots in the Port District, thought.
They weren't exactly sure what they were supposed to do, but they had a rough idea that they were to intercept a group of bootleggers.
Just a bunch of bootleggers, after all. This was their turf, and without their permission, no one could move anything out of here.
What's more, someone seemed to have gotten word that the bootleggers took the road to the west, essentially ending their mission.
This made them even more frustrated.
On such a hot night, they should be in an air-conditioned room having a few drinks, perhaps finding a few girls to have fun with.
Not in some stifling corner wasting time on pointless tasks.
