As a minor leader of the Black Gold Gang, overseeing the Habitable Rental Company, I'm fairly familiar with the real estate and tenant information in the West District.

A few lackeys were waiting for John on the street.

They pointed at a fat man with a face full of scars in the dark alley, confirmed him as the target, and prepared to leave, advising John not to shoot too quickly.

This is Bone Shards' territory.

Jilead's subordinates can't stay too long.

"Hey, Sangbu?"

John stealthily stepped out of the shadows, holding a butterfly knife.

The fat man turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, his arm below the elbow was a mechanical limb, dressed like a homeless man who hadn't showered in three days after a hangover, but the familiar posture and voice were unmistakable!

"F*ck, damn... who are you!"

Sangbu's left ear dropped to the ground, cursing with a face full of blood, only to have an alloy knife thrust into his mouth before he finished shouting.

His tongue was cut.

Two rows of teeth couldn't help but tremble, clanging as they collided with the metal.

"Did you used to do business kidnapping children?"

John pressed his knee against his chest and saw a strong fear and shock in Sangbu's eyes.

But no doubt.

"Looks like I found the right person. In '73, in Eden City, a little boy from the camp was kidnapped; you did something horrible to him..."

Sangbu's breathing became rapid.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had returned to that dark, damp basement, only now the roles of butcher and lamb were reversed.

"Daddy?"

A soft child's voice came from beside.

John had already aimed the gun at the tin house, but saw:

A pale, thin girl standing there, holding an empty tin candy box, staring at the two with dull eyes.

"F*ck you!"

John withdrew the knife, taking out two teeth, preparing to drag him to the corner for a good talk.

Sangbu shouted with a face full of blood.

"No! She's my daughter, my biological daughter!"

The fat man knelt down to beg for mercy.

"That time, it was a company guy who wanted to order some videos, I was just in charge of watching over things, killing him was an accident, I've never done it since!"

"You can't expect me to spare you, can you?"

"At least not today, today is her birthday, please, come back tomorrow!"

Sangbu begged tearfully.

[Agree to Sangbu's request. (Optional)]

[Dispose of Sangbu's body. (Optional)]

John turned his gaze to the girl, showing a fierce expression.

"Or I might let her experience the same thing, they're both kids, doing this would be fairer."

He so casually held the knife.

Actually waiting for Sangbu's answer, if there's any hesitation or nod, that cruel torture awaits, and then handing it over to Qiao would be better.

Sangbu immediately crawled over in a frenzy.

He blocked the girl, using a tone almost begging, repeatedly pleading for her to be spared.

The girl seemed malnourished.

Her eyelids drooped, as if she hadn't slept enough, or long-term hunger had led to her lack of concentration.

The candy box was empty.

John ultimately left the narrow alley, promising to find him again at the same time tomorrow.

[Send a message to Qiao. [Optional]]

Eden City has a freight terminal.

Those colossal objects rested on the distant sea, with the water looking as thick as ink under the night lights.

Alloy RCH docked beside the containers.

John leaned against the railing, recapping Sangbu's situation in detail over the phone.

Qiao didn't say a word.

Could not see the other's expression through the signal.

John heard the sound of sniffing.

He sighed and proactively suggested a solution.

"Sangbu is likely to die; at least I want him dead. I'll be the one to explain to the child why I killed her father."

"Or more extreme, if you want an eye for an eye, I can give you this beast along with the kid."

"Alive, dead, any size, I can supply them."

John spoke very calmly.

This was what prompted Qiao to speak.

[Whatever you do, I know enough, bye.]

The phone was hung up.

John found an all-night bar, ordered some lemon water and synthetic food for dinner.

He decided to act early.

He would go look for Sangbu before noon tomorrow.

John slept groggily in a corner booth, due to having night disturbances turned off, he was directly awakened by the phone.

[Contact—Nando [Video Call]]

"Ah, a rare guest."

[Hey, John, I'm here about Qiao.]

John chuckled.

"Ha, expected."

[He was originally one of us, still is. I heard from his close friends at the camp... you resolved Dijie's matter? This is a great opportunity, let him return to his family, Damascus Camp will always remember this goodwill.]

"I can only try my best, buddy. Why don't you try to talk to him yourself?"

John instead questioned.

[I tried, John, tried long ago, but I have to be responsible for the whole camp. The Cane affair, I commanded to stop wasting resources, there was intense conflict, understand? At that time, underestimated what that kid meant to him; maybe... he also saw his former self.]

"Let's talk later."

John wouldn't promise anything in such matters.

He glanced at the sky filled with morning fog outside the window, pinching noon time, returned to that shabby house.

It was empty.

"Ah, classic scene."

John pocketed his hands, turned away, already expecting this situation, and sent a message to Jilead.

Before leaving last night, he had the Black Gold Gang's subordinates tail him.

A few minutes later, he received a coordinate.

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