That afternoon, there was a small commotion on Galette Street.
A shootout incident occurred at the Golden Coast Hotel.
Two illegal immigrants and a few gang mbers died.
The Security Bureau people weren’t even bothered to investigate this matter, because deaths happen every day, especially among illegal immigrants, and gang mbers are insignificant.
However, in the underground world, it stirred up a storm.
After all, those who died were subordinates of Sea King Lockeby, even if they weren’t high-ranking, it was an absolute provocation.
Especially since the killer turned out to be soone from the forr alliance.
It’s important to know that in the underground world of the Royal Capital, there is a strict hierarchy.
For many years, the local gangs have occupied the top position, which is unshakable.
It’s a position built through blood and countless lives.
And the gangs of immigrants from the old continent have always been at the lowest level of hierarchy.
Even though they’ve been struggling for the past two years, they’ve barely caught up with the Royal Capital Mafia.
In the past, facing these immigrant gangs from the old continent, the local gangs always held the upper hand with a high-handed attitude when trading and negotiating.
Once an uprising occurred, it inevitably resulted in full-scale retaliation.
However, perhaps due to too many bloody lessons, or the immigrant gangs from the old continent being sensible, there hadn’t been any conflict for a long ti.
But this ti, it wasn’t just a conflict, it was a blatant killing on their own turf.
This was a serious challenge to Sea King Lockeby.
Retaliation was inevitable.
Thus, shortly after the shootout, Sea King Lockeby had already gathered his forces on Galette Street, surrounding the walls that isolated the southeast of the South District, ready to launch an attack at any mont.
Little Ibia was also shrouded in dark clouds; no one knew why this happened.
A sense of conspiracy lingered, but the incident had already occurred and couldn’t be explained.
War is on the verge of breaking out.
Not far from Galette Street, in another street, inside a plain restaurant.
A teenage boy was desperately drinking iced grape juice, waving his hand to the waiter as he drank: "Another glass, another glass!"
In front of him were already five empty cups.
"Alright, enough already. Drinking any more and you’re likely to overdo it."
Across from the boy, Aaron couldn’t help but speak up.
"Don’t mind , I just want to drink, I’m so thirsty, so hot. You don’t know how stuffy it was hiding in that storage room, I almost fainted."
The boy was panting heavily, as if releasing steam from his body.
"Nicely done."
Aaron didn’t stop him anymore, lighting a cigarette for himself.
"Of course, who am I, I’m Kerunzo, there’s nothing I can’t do."
The teenage boy wore a smug face, watching Aaron smoke, and reached out his hand.
"Give one too."
"Little rascal, can you even smoke?"
Aaron sneered slightly but handed him a cigarette anyway.
"Who’s a little rascal? I’m almost sixteen."
Kerunzo was dissatisfied but still took the cigarette, grabbed Aaron’s match, and lit it for himself.
Aaron shook his head, exhaling a puff of smoke, looking outside at the busy law enforcent officers of the Security Bureau, and glanced at the kid in front of him.
Indeed, he was impressed.
The kid was this capable.
But, no wonder Ethan had his eyes on him.
Initially, he thought it was just connections, but who would’ve thought this kid actually had so skills.
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anwhile, in the South District.
Ethan’s residence was entirely different from Galette Street.
Even though it was equally hot.
But Ethan had iced coffee and a cooling machine.
This cooling machine was a new product from a company in the Royal Capital, and Ethan had Anya get it while he was suffering from the heat, and it also sparked so investnt interest for him.
Because even though it’s not as good as the air conditioners from his past life, it still cools, and he thought many people in the Royal Capital needed it.
Sipping iced coffee, Ethan was listening to John Hott talk about the business situation these days.
John Hott had buried his head in hard work these days, and when Ethan previously got into trouble, he wasn’t idle either, always helping to maintain Ethan’s business in the Royal Capital, and he did so diligently.
So Ethan was quite satisfied with him, and now this guy could basically be considered one of his people.
"Business in the South District, I’ve negotiated quite a bit in the past few days, but most of those things are considered part of the Martinos Clan, and for us, we’re still lacking so substantial industry, isn’t that right..."
Although John Hott was trustworthy, he wasn’t the most core mber; certain matters like the Dark Savior couldn’t be revealed.
"So what do you want?" Ethan naturally understood his aning.
"Actually, there’s a nice piece of land in the South District, Little Ibia." John Hott’s eyes glead with greed.
"Little Ibia? Soon."
"Really?"
John Hott was a bit excited.
Ethan nodded.
He knew full well the incidents happening on Galette Street today.
This was precisely the strike he initiated.
Including Kerunzo’s actions, everything was under his control.
He needed so competent subordinates, so he transferred a batch of newcors from Wenster.
Among them were Kerunzo and Aaron.
Kerunzo indeed proved himself as soone Ethan had his eyes on, very promising, awakening his rogue true na at such a young age.
To reward him and completely win him over, Ethan gave him a new Black Butler true na.
This was also his greatest reliance for a successful action today.
As for Anya and others, they also made new advancents.
Ethan had significant gains during the typhoon night, especially when Vasini brought him a large group of followers afterward, allowing his divine na to grow rapidly.
Although it hadn’t reached the ti of transformation, a new branch of his true na had already appeared, which was an evolved version of the Crimson Attendant.
Night’s First Seat.
The first Night’s First Seat, naturally, was Anya.
It could be said that her advancent paved the way for Ethan’s branch true na to evolve.
After sniping those three shots on Golden Square, she transford.
But Ethan’s changes didn’t end there; after gaining more divine power, his control over followers and his own true na entity strengthened.
Just like when Kerunzo executed missions today, Ethan could actually watch his actions throughout.
And, at necessary monts, provide him with assistance he might not even perceive.
Possibly, Ethan could directly take over Kerunzo’s body in a short ti.
It seed Ethan was inching closer to the concept of God.
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