Without needing to speak, Satria understood that this was a trap specifically prepared for Ji Jue.
And he himself was the bait in the trap.
Even though he seemed to be securely seated in the position of a decision-maker, with infinite glory, his life had long been grasped in others' hands, beyond his control...
But what could he do?
Satria closed his eyes, waiting for the Blood Fried to be prepared once again.
He had no choice!
For several consecutive days, on the surface, the Iron Hook District remained prosperous as always. With Satria's injuries fully healed, he easily subdued all the rebellious subordinates and steadied his position once more.
But secretly, Mr. Han's arrangements had quietly infiltrated every aspect, like an invisible net slowly spreading, waiting for someone to walk into it.
Days went by like this, one day after another.
Then... nothing happened.
Nothing, at all!
