"Alright, let's do it that way. Tristan, get our guys from the streets over to Wharf W2. Pick a few sharp ones."
Damian Xavier patted Tristan Xavier's shoulder trustingly.
"Absolutely. I'll see to it personally," Tristan Xavier said with a smile. He knew Damian had his reasons for arranging things this way; he understood the underlying strategy.
Of course, you could trust your own brothers, no questions asked.
"Good. Then go get it done. The sooner, the better," Damian Xavier said.
A big reason tonight's surprise attack was so successful was because the people at the wharf were total amateurs.
Their guard was down, and they couldn't fight for shit. 'I really don't know where that guy Zhao scraped these people up from.'
It was ridiculously easy. Now that he had taken over, he wouldn't repeat the same mistakes. He would run a tight ship.
"Is there anything else?" Tristan Xavier asked.
"No, that's all for now."
