Alvin Morgan carried Aurora Sinclair on his back and followed the members of the Skull Gang toward their territory.
He looked perfectly composed, as if he were an honored guest of the Skull Gang.
Arthur had been terrified, but seeing Alvin so composed, he suddenly felt a sense of peace.
The Skull Gang's turf was a dilapidated courtyard on the west side of the slums.
There were a lot of people inside, most of them scrawny and gaunt. It was obvious they were just small-time thugs recruited from the slums.
"The boss is back..."
"Did he bring new cargo?"
The people inside wore obsequious expressions, their eyes glinting as they stared at the trio. It was as if they were looking at fat sheep, ripe for the slaughter.
The Skull Gang leader seemed to feel safe now that he was on his home turf. He let out a loud laugh, his expression twisting as he revealed his true colors.
"You're that wanted Eastern Highlander, aren't you!"
