Another evening.
Chikan Bay, Peace Branch Road.
The open-air food stall, no matter the time, can always be considered an excellent place to gather intelligence.
On the stalls, shirtless men could be seen everywhere, exchanging drinks and loudly speaking of the gossip they heard, hoping to elicit amazed looks from their friends.
After rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes.
One man with a big belly burped and looked around, saying, "Have you heard? The White Shark Gang in this area has a new boss."
"Yes, yes, I've heard about it too."
"I heard the new leader is a martial artist?"
"No way, right? No matter what level of martial artist they are, wouldn't it be easy for them to become a Red Stick in a big gang? Becoming a boss in such a remote corner, what's the point?"
Hearing this topic, several of the strong man's companions showed interest.
In Chikan Bay, gossip about these black and evil forces is what people love to talk about the most.
