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"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" cursed a rotund gentleman, the Port Director, as he hurriedly left the increasingly perilous harbor under the guidance of his subordinates.
When the Transport Ship caught fire, he had intended to send his security personnel to deal with those reckless troublemakers causing a ruckus in his port. However, the security team had simply replied that they couldn't handle it. They informed him that the fire involved both the Serpent gang and the Investigation Bureau, and he dared not intervene.
He could only call back his security and watch from a distance as the situation unfolded. What? Other port personnel? Please, in a city where gunfights break out daily and any child with money can buy firearms from stores, people would have already fled at the first sound of gunfire. Anyone brave enough to stick around for the spectacle wouldn't live long enough to profit from the port later.
To survive in this city, one had to stay far away from gunfights to avoid catching a stray bullet. There was no need for the Port Director to worry about that.
As events progressed, he found himself increasingly baffled. Over ten vehicles adorned with red and blue flashing lights entered the port, followed by more than thirty expensive luxury cars that swaggered in without a care. Once inside, both sides faced off against each other.
Among them, he even spotted Cobra Boss Charles arriving in his stretch limousine and Director Anthony in the police car he often used. At this point, he dared not linger any longer and urgently called for his security to ensure his safe departure.
What on earth was happening in this metropolis's underworld today? What madness was unfolding? Were they planning to stage a showdown right in his port?
What had he done to deserve this? Why did such misfortune have to befall him? How much damage would this cause? Would his boss forgive him?
This was not something he had instigated! It was so unfair!
The Port Director, on the verge of tears, continued to curse under his breath without daring to name anyone specifically, fearing that nearby security might take it upon themselves to seek out Charles for a reward.
At this point, the vast port was left only with the Black Side itself, having completed its cleanup with no unrelated personnel remaining. The stretch limousine came to a steady stop behind three sports cars as Charles peered through the bulletproof window, watching Anthony step out first.
Anthony, despite his age, still had bright, piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through the one-way glass, locking onto Charles with unwavering intensity. To those outside, the glass was opaque, but to Anthony, it was no different from ordinary glass.
Charles briskly pushed open the car door, maintaining eye contact with Anthony from a distance—one exuding righteousness, the other calm and courteous. Members of the Investigation Bureau and the Serpent members followed suit, immediately raising their weapons.
Hundreds of submachine guns faced off against hundreds of micro submachine guns. The atmosphere on the scene was thick with tension; anyone who felt even a slight tremor from the pressure might inadvertently pull the trigger, potentially igniting a massive bloodbath.
Not only those holding guns but even the viewers in front of their screens felt a wave of anxiety wash over them, with Danmaku messages dwindling significantly. It was as if they feared that sending any messages would trigger the shooters, leading to an all-out gunfight.
Just as the air grew increasingly tense, pressing heavily on everyone’s hearts and nearing its breaking point, Anthony and Charles suddenly burst into laughter!
“Haha! Isn’t this our dear private entrepreneur, Mr. Charles?”
“Ahahaha! And isn’t this our esteemed Director Anthony, who maintains order in the metropolis?”
The two exchanged smiles that were clearly insincere, engaging in a mutual display of flattery. With a subtle gesture, they signaled their subordinates to lower their weapons.
The Black Side quietly obeyed orders; even the previously arrogant Serpent members did not dare defy Charles. On one hand, they simply wouldn’t risk it; after all, a boss was a boss—disobedience had dire consequences that they were all too aware of.
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