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In the large Factory, under the illumination of several high-wattage light bulbs, the light appeared very bright.
The old equipment in the Factory had long been removed when the factory closed down, leaving only a few dozen thick I-beams supporting the ceiling, making the entire interior of the Factory look empty.
The smooth cement floor had not accumulated dust due to the Factory's abandonment; on the contrary, it looked quite clean, likely because someone regularly cleaned it.
Suddenly, a series of orderly footsteps broke the tranquility of the Factory, as two teams of people marched in from the large doors on either side.
The team from the east consisted of about a hundred individuals, all dressed in black tailcoats, bow ties, black trousers, and black leather shoes. If it weren't for the gleaming Tang Dao in their hands, they would certainly exude an air of British gentlemanly elegance; however, now they seemed somewhat menacing.
The team from the west was roughly equal in number to that of the east but differed in attire. They wore black suits paired with black top hats and also carried Tang Dao that radiated a chilling aura.
As they drew closer, both teams stopped about ten meters apart in the center of the Factory, glaring at each other with an intensity that suggested a fight could break out at any moment.
However, without receiving orders from their leader, neither side moved; they simply stared at each other, creating an atmosphere thick with pre-battle tension and stagnation.
After a long while, perhaps realizing that this stalemate was unproductive, one person stepped forward from each team and stood in the center of the space.
Next to them was a wooden square table with two armchairs that had been set up before either team arrived.
At this moment, neither of them sat down at the chairs beside the table. Clearly, they felt they were not worthy enough to take a seat at this table symbolizing negotiation.
"Edward, what do you Mafia mean by this? We had an agreement: Radway Street is the boundary. The south belongs to your Mafia while the north is our Royal Gang's territory. Yet your people have crossed over and come to our side to collect protection fees. What do you mean by this?"
The one speaking from the east was a burly man with a Moxigan hairstyle and a vertical scar on his face that made him look fierce and intimidating. Even his elegant tailcoat could not conceal his menacing aura.
Opposite him was Edward, who appeared relatively refined.
After listening to the other's question, he did not rush to respond but instead lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Surrounded by curling blue smoke, he said, "It doesn't mean anything; you can interpret it however you like. However, we are definitely collecting that protection fee."
"You..." Moxigan, the burly man, laughed in anger and said, "Alright then, I'll ask just one thing today: is this your idea or is it your Big Sister's idea?"
"Of course it's our Big Sister's idea."
"Then that means your Big Sister clearly looks down on our big brother!" After saying this, Moxigan suddenly turned to the group of younger brothers behind him and said, "Brothers, our big brother has been humiliated. What do you think we should do?"
"Kill them!"
A unified roar erupted from the crowd as all the members of the Royal Gang raised their Tang Dao swords. The silver metal blades gleamed with a blinding cold light under the bright lights.
At the same time, members of the Black Hand Hall also raised their weapons, each face filled with fervor, ready for battle.
Just as it seemed this place was about to turn into a bloodbath, two shouts rang out almost simultaneously throughout the Factory.
"Our big brother has arrived."
"Big Sister has arrived."
A woman dressed in a red and white British-style top, wearing black long gloves, a white cotton skirt, black leggings, and knee-high boots walked out from a path that opened up among the gang members who looked on respectfully.
The woman's beauty was stunning; even with a black eye patch adorned with an Azalea pattern over her left eye, her image remained intact and even added a unique charm. Her long golden hair was tied back, her figure tall and curvaceous, exuding an aura of authority that comes from being in power for a long time.
She merely glanced around casually, and all the Mafia members fell silent. Even Edward, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, lowered his head under her gaze, not daring to act out.
Opposite her, from the parted crowd, emerged... cough! It seemed no one. No wait, it was a matter of perspective...
The White-Haired Loli appeared to be around seven or eight years old, standing at about one meter thirty tall!
She wore a small netted hat, a white shirt underneath a black blazer, black trousers of the same color on her lower half, red high heels on her feet, and draped in a black military-style coat. She radiated an air of maturity that was inconsistent with her age.
Two girls, one tall and one short, sat across from each other at the negotiation table, neither of them speaking first.
Suddenly, accompanied by a flash of inexplicable light, a goblet filled with Red Wine appeared in the hand of the Blonde Sister.
Similarly, on the table in front of the White-Haired Loli, a set of coffee brewing equipment also materialized.
"VV, what do you mean?" The Blonde Sister took a light sip of the red wine and said in an incredibly low tone, "How many times has it been this year?"
"The sixth time," the White-Haired Loli replied without even lifting her head, her expression intensely focused as she brewed her coffee.
"Then shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
The red liquid in the transparent glass goblet emitted a blood-like sheen, and with each movement of the Blonde Sister, the color of the wine seemed to grow even more vibrant.
"An explanation? Why should I give you one?" The White-Haired Loli scoffed, never once looking up at the Blonde Sister as she continued to brew her coffee at a leisurely pace.
"Yes! You don't need to give me an explanation." The Blonde Sister showed no sign of displeasure on her face. She tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp. Then she suddenly stood up and slammed a Black Revolver onto the table.
"Rude."
With a light huff, the White-Haired Loli retracted the coffee brewing equipment from the table. She leaped onto her chair and similarly slammed a Small Revolver onto the table, meeting the gaze of the Blonde Sister with an incredibly proud tone as she said, "What do you want to do? Draw a line, and I'll follow."
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