With a large smile, Michael made his way toward the Underworld.
"Wait a second…" He came to an abrupt stop and scratched his chin.
"Even I am not dense enough to miss how shocked the members of my faction were after seeing me. Becoming a King is a big deal, so going there like this might bring up too much chaos. I don't want to mess up with my sister's plans."
After a few seconds of consideration, he nodded thoughtfully.
"Now this… sounds like a fun idea…"
***
For a few months now, a war had been waged across the Underworld.
The Black Vultures gang, led by their leader, Maverick, had regularly exploited ordinary people who were part of their territory.
They stole critical resources when they were needed most, then sold them back at bloated prices. If those in desperate need of aid couldn't afford their services, they could take out a loan with monstrous interest.
