As a minor leader of the Black Gold Gang, overseeing the Habitable Rental Company, I'm fairly familiar with the real estate and tenant information in the West District.
A few lackeys were waiting for John on the street.
They pointed at a fat man with a face full of scars in the dark alley, confirmed him as the target, and prepared to leave, advising John not to shoot too quickly.
This is Bone Shards' territory.
Jilead's subordinates can't stay too long.
"Hey, Sangbu?"
John stealthily stepped out of the shadows, holding a butterfly knife.
The fat man turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, his arm below the elbow was a mechanical limb, dressed like a homeless man who hadn't showered in three days after a hangover, but the familiar posture and voice were unmistakable!
"F*ck, damn... who are you!"
Sangbu's left ear dropped to the ground, cursing with a face full of blood, only to have an alloy knife thrust into his mouth before he finished shouting.
His tongue was cut.
