In the year 925 of the Ingvergian calendar.
"So... what kind of guy is that?"
Shrike asked lazily as he sat behind his desk, enjoying the wine and music.
As a secret force placed here by the Purge Agency, Shrike appeared in the lower city as a gang boss and carved out a piece of his own. This was the second month after he and his younger brothers had established their position.
With the help of the Purge Agency, Shrike's power penetrated the lower city crazily and temporarily stabilized these violent foreigners with various gray industries.
It was thought that the gangs would be a little wary of this newly rising force, and the downtown area would usher in superficial peace, but this hypocritical peace lasted only two months before it was broken.
"He's so fierce! He has killed several people already, but he didn't continue killing. He just said he wanted to see you." said the younger brother at the side.
"To see me?"
Shrike was stunned, somewhat confused.
"A stranger suddenly came in and killed so many people just to see me? What is he doing?"
He was a little confused.
"We don't know either, but he's nearby now... Someone else revealed the location of this place. What should we do?"
The younger brother spoke again, his voice trembling slightly, and he was obviously panicked.
Shrike's power is not yet stable. Under the surface peace, they have been secretly fighting with other gangs for a long time. In this little brother's opinion, the sudden arrival of this stranger is obviously a means of other gangs. Maybe under this pretext, a group of people will surround their stronghold in the next moment.
"What are you panicking about!"
Shrike scolded, but even so, he couldn't help but pick up the silver revolver.
"Are you nearby already?"
"Yes, our enemies are showing him the way."
"Damn it."
Shrike pondered for a moment, and finally decided to go out and take a look.
As Old Dunling expanded, the problem of strangers in the downtown area became more and more serious. The city needed a place to dispose of its garbage, but it couldn't let this tumor harm the city itself.
With Shrike's efforts and the support of the Purification Agency, if things continue to develop steadily, it will only be a matter of time before Shrike controls the entire Lower City.
Having stayed in the lower city for so long, gun fights and armed conflicts happen from time to time, but this time, Shrike felt a strange uneasiness that made him want to go and see the mysterious guy in person.
Walking out of the basement, under the pile of rocks is a magnificent casino. Of course, it is not very large. Shrike will have to take over the business of other gangs bit by bit in the future.
It must be said that Shrike found life as a gang boss much more exciting than working in the Purge Agency.
As soon as he walked out of the dark tunnel, the rising melody in the casino stopped. Looking over, he saw that all the gamblers had stopped and the guards had their hands on their gun bags with a vigilant look on their faces.
Shrike looked towards the end of the red carpet. At the gate, the stranger was standing against the light, his figure pitch black.
He had many wounds on his body, many of which had begun to heal and looked like they were from somewhere else. His clothes were tattered, his cheeks were covered by messy hair, and he smelled terrible.