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"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" The man cursing incessantly was a portly gentleman, the director of the port. He could only leave the increasingly dangerous harbor in haste, guided by his subordinates.
When the transport ship caught fire, he had intended to send his security team to deal with the audacious troublemakers who dared to cause a ruckus in his port. However, the security personnel had replied that they couldn't intervene. It was a firefight between the Serpent and the Investigation Bureau, and he didn't dare to get involved.
He could only call back his security team and watch from a distance as the situation unfolded. What? Other dockworkers? Please, in a metropolis where gunfights break out daily and any child with money can buy firearms at stores, the workers had already fled at the first sound of gunfire. Anyone brave enough to stick around for the spectacle wouldn't live long enough to return to work at the port.
Those who managed to survive were smart enough to stay far away from the scene of the gunfight, avoiding any stray bullets. There was no need for the Port Director to worry.
However, as events progressed, he found it increasingly difficult to comprehend what was happening. Over a dozen vehicles with red and blue flashing lights and more than thirty luxurious cars rolled into the port with an air of authority. Upon entering, both sides faced off against each other.
Among them, he even spotted Cobra Boss Charles's luxury sedan and Director Anthony's police car, which he frequently used. At this point, he dared not linger any longer and hurriedly called for his security team to protect him as they left.
What on earth was happening in this metropolis? What madness had erupted? Were they planning to stage a showdown in his port? Who had he angered? Why did such misfortune have to befall him?
What kind of losses would this incur? Would his superiors forgive him? This was not something he had instigated! It was so unfair!
The Port Director, on the verge of tears, could only continue cursing under his breath without naming names, fearing that some of the nearby security personnel might seek out Charles for a reward.
At this point, the vast port was left with only the Black and White factions themselves, having cleared out all unrelated personnel. The luxury sedan came to a stop behind three sports cars. Through the bulletproof window, Charles gazed at Anthony, who had already stepped out of his vehicle.
Anthony's eyes, though aged, still sparkled with a keen intensity, as if he could see right through the one-way glass, locking his gaze onto Charles.
To Anthony, the one-way glass was no different from ordinary glass.
Charles pushed open the car door, maintaining eye contact with Anthony from a distance—one exuding righteousness, the other radiating warmth and courtesy. Members of the Investigation Bureau and the Serpent Strike team followed suit, quickly raising their weapons.
Hundreds of submachine guns faced off against hundreds of micro submachine guns. The atmosphere at the scene became incredibly tense; if anyone were to tremble under the pressure and accidentally pull the trigger, it could spark a massive bloodbath.
Not only those holding guns felt the weight of the moment; even the viewers in front of their screens couldn't help but sweat nervously, and even the barrage of comments had significantly decreased. It seemed that any comment sent out might trigger the shooters, leading to a bloody confrontation.
Just as the air thickened further, 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 upholds the order of the metropolis?"
The two exchanged smiles that were clearly insincere, engaging in mutual flattery while simultaneously signaling their subordinates to lower their weapons.
The members of both Black and White factions silently obeyed; even the previously boisterous Serpent Strike leaders did not dare defy Charles. On one hand, they simply did not have the courage; they knew all too well what happened to those who disobeyed their leader.
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