Outside the car window.
The crowd flows like a stream, and the neon signs flash non-stop.
The North Corner Night Market under the nightfall becomes colorful and vibrant once more.
Several yellow-haired young men in odd attire stand on the street corner, smoking and shouting loudly, looking rather imposing.
They are hoodlums from the Three Wolves Gang.
Watching their striking silhouettes, Fang Cheng mutters to himself:
"Sorry, I'll have to let you carry the can."
He rushed to Lingang District today, checking out various places.
His initial intention was to find an opportunity to take care of Sang Biao, that scum, beforehand if possible.
As it turned out, he stumbled upon members of the Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang meeting in a sauna to talk about business.
Seizing this rare opportunity, Fang Cheng fanned the flames, adding fuel to the fire, and simply finished off Sang Biao openly.
Hence.
