Lakefront Business District, inside a residential building.
Haywood was cooking at home, his face still bore bruises from a previous beating, with purple ointment on the corners of his mouth, looking a bit disheveled.
However, his spirits were high, and he felt unprecedented ease in his heart.
Ever since being driven out of the Edge by the Viper Gang, he found himself sleeping soundly every night, no longer suffering from insomnia, and eating with a hearty appetite; even his chronic gastritis hardly bothered him anymore.
He had thought that these days of losing power would be hard to endure.
But upon reflection, he realized that he had achieved financial freedom, his children were by his side, and he was over sixty years old. Why continue to fight for territories and status?
With this thought, he felt his current life was simply wonderful and decided to live in the Inner City from now on, never to return to the Edge.
