Midworld had become absolute chaos.
Thousands of clan members flooded every part of the streets, searching for Jamie with alarming urgency.
Whether it was on top of buildings or down on the ground, no matter where you looked, you were bound to spot one of them somewhere.
At that point, Jamie was being treated like a terrorist threatening their peace, and they were willing to use every page in their book to shift the odds in their favor.
And the fat shop owner saw it all.
He was peeking through a small opening in the wall of his flower shop.
The moment Jamie had entered, they had shut the place down immediately, flipping the OPEN sign to CLOSED. Curtains had been drawn over every window so no one could see inside, leaving the shop dim, almost like something out of a horror movie.
"You've been busy lately, kid. You've got everyone against you."
The fat shop owner started the conversation as he lowered himself into a chair, placing himself face-to-face with Jamie.
