In his subconscious, those who dared to touch the Lingxiao Association's supply.
Were only the few Inner City forces of the same level or slightly inferior.
The middle-aged man's head hung even lower, his expression turned a bit strange, and he forced himself to answer: "None of them... It's a small gang on the outskirts of Gray Rock District. They just... rooted out the Blood Wolf Gang responsible for the safety of that area, and by the way... cleared out our temporary storage point there, killing a few of our guards."
"Hmm?"
The jade sphere in the old man's hand paused for the first time.
He slowly opened his eyes, and in those indifferent eyes, a trace of extremely subtle amazement finally flashed.
He tilted his head slightly.
As if trying to confirm whether he had misheard.
"A small gang?" The old man's voice carried a subtle hint of amusement, "Do they not know it's our territory?"
