It is known to all that Lashan Mountain is rich in spice stones.
This kind of mineral that sounds like a spice is, in fact, a completely natural drug. And with only slight processing and purification, it can possess an addictiveness that chemical drugs can hardly match—once infected, almost no one can escape from the nightmare of drugs.
Lashan Mountain is located at the northeastern corner of the Yorbian Continent. Although it is called a "mountain," it is not far from the sea.
Since the rise of the first family that discovered spice stones here, countless people have swarmed in, gradually giving rise to a kingdom where "material desire runs rampant."
However, the gangs were not satisfied with the profits in front of them. Countless trade routes and sea routes leading from Lashan Mountain to the outside were opened up, allowing the "merchants" to transport the "minerals" abundantly produced here to all parts of the world through various means.
In Lashan Mountain, law and morality are discarded like trash. As long as you have money, anyone can buy everything they want here—if they still have the life to enjoy it.
...
After less than two days of travel, the airship slowly landed at a docking station about fifty kilometers away from Lashan Mountain.
The airship station was divided into many areas, each separated by metal partitions. Countless trucks drove in and out, spreading shadows to every corner of the world.
Roy said to everyone who walked down from the airship:
"The airship cannot enter the Lashan Mountain area. So for the rest of the journey, we need to complete it by car."
The two drivers traveling with them, both dressed in black suits, also drove two sedans out of the airship cabin, opened the doors, and waited quietly for everyone to get in.
He raised his hand in a gesture.
"Everyone, please."
People from the two areas of Meteor City stood clearly separated on both sides.
Kisho swept a glance at the two people from the West District who were preparing to walk toward him. The two immediately stopped in their tracks, awkward expressions appearing on their faces, sweat beading at their temples.
Kisho stared at the two of them and said word by word:
"Stay away from me."
If at the beginning, when he was targeted by people from the East District, these two hadn't retreated so quickly, Kisho might still have been willing to lend a hand when they were unlucky.
But now, get lost. His temper wasn't as good as it was in his previous life.
...
Everyone boarded the two sedans separately. Kisho followed at the very end. When he was about to get in, he heard Roy say to him:
"Mr. Noah, please wait a moment."
Kisho stopped and turned to look at him.
Roy was silent for a moment, then asked:
"I wonder if you would be willing to go with me to complete a task from the head of the family?"
Kisho paused slightly, puzzled.
"Since it's a task personally appointed by the head of the family, it should be very important. Why would Mr. Roy be willing to let me participate?"
Roy said slowly:
"You can consider this task as—a special test."
He raised his hand to adjust the glasses he didn't know when he had put on, and said:
"Because of Mr. Noah, one person who should have been brought back is missing. So I believe Mr. Noah should also do something as compensation."
Kisho stared at him. His expression did not change, but a thin mist gathered in his eyes.
When they were on the airship, this man hadn't said anything about making him "compensate."
After getting off the airship, his attitude had become arrogant again. Was it because he had returned to his own territory and regained his confidence?
"But," Kisho tilted his head and asked him with an "innocent face," "wasn't cleaning up the trash the task you gave us?"
Roy: "..."
The kid's expression was so genuine that for a moment he couldn't tell whether the kid was being sarcastic or had really taken his words as a task.
However, a child who had come out of a place like Meteor City could not possibly be an idiot who didn't understand subtext.
Roy felt offended.
A hint of impatience toward a disobedient subordinate appeared in his eyes. He met Kisho's gaze without avoiding it.
"Allow me to remind you, Mr. Noah, don't forget your current identity."
Kisho shrugged.
"Alright, then I'll accept it."
A trace of disdain flashed through Roy's eyes, and his tone softened.
"If the task is completed smoothly, I will introduce you to the head of the family."
Kisho smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his words.
The strategy of giving a sweet date after a beating really was universal across all worlds—truly irritating.
He followed behind Roy and got into the other sedan.
After asking Kisho whether he could drive and receiving a negative answer, Roy had no choice but to get into the driver's seat with a dark expression. Looking at the kid who sat naturally in the passenger seat, legs crossed leisurely, his anger surged.
As the leader of a team, having to act as a driver for his team members because of operational secrecy—how outrageous!
...
After leaving the airship station, the sedan entered a mountain road from another route, and its speed increased.
"This mission… forget it, there's no need to tell you the specific details. You just need to kill the target the instant he appears."
Roy said while driving.
Kisho was silent for a short while, then said:
"But I still want to know the specific details."
Hearing this, Roy was so shocked that he even turned his head to look at him without watching the road.
To be honest, he had seen no fewer than fifty, if not a hundred, hired hands from Meteor City.
After leaving Meteor City, it wouldn't take long for these people to become intoxicated with everything in the outside world.
Then, for money, for status, for the ability to continue living a life of indulgence, not one of them wasn't extremely respectful toward him, doing whatever he pointed at.
Only this kid—
He was indeed a child worth cultivating carefully: steady in temperament, ruthless in methods; most importantly, he had strength worthy of his temperament.
The only bad thing was that this kid seemed to be indifferent to everything. But if someone didn't care about anything, why would he join the underworld?
Roy's thoughts stirred—if he really recommended this kid to the head of the family, then… he would inevitably have to take some necessary measures so that from then on, this kid could only stay loyally with the Bankro family, serving it until death without betrayal.
If he wasn't interested in money or status, then what about drugs?
In this place, there were things that made people submit more easily than money, more than whips, more than shackles.
Thinking this, Roy's gaze darkened.
Returning to the mission—since he had decided to cultivate him, explaining a bit wouldn't hurt.
He slowly said to Kisho:
"The target of the mission is named Ferid Saro. He is the head of a family that recently developed the new 'Golden Snow' and has been gaining great momentum. But seven days ago, he refused the head of the family's proposal to purchase the formula."
Kisho responded with an "Ah."
"So, this time our mission is—"
However, before Roy could finish this sentence filled with killing intent, a roaring container truck suddenly charged straight at their sedan—crashing head-on toward them—
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