“Gao Yang, three days have passed. What is Zhang Qinghuan up to? Have you figured out his whereabouts?”
On the phone, Chen Yidong, the boss of the Dragon Mark Gang, sounded clearly impatient.
Gao Yang hesitated: “Boss, you might not believe this, but he’s been going door to door persuading children to go to school. One building a day, just going through buildings, nothing else.”
Chen Yidong was stunned: “You’re trying to fool me with this nonsense? Have you defected?”
Gao Yang explained: “Not yet… no, Boss, listen to me, he really hasn’t done anything important these three days. And it’s not just him, the whole Arts Society seems to have gone quiet; everyone has stopped doing their real work.”
“How many leaders are there in Arts Society now?” Chen Yidong asked.
“Three in total: Zhang Qinghuan, Luo Wanya, and Little Seven,” Gao Yang said. “Little Seven is spending his days doing construction for the owners of four buildings, and Luo Wanya is constantly doing team building activities with our new recruits. They’re not going out to fight or do business. They’re not doing anything related to the society’s actual work.”
“By the way, Arts Society wiped out four gangs before: Black Water, Big Hammer, Meteor Hammer, and I Want to Buy a Watch. What happened to those hundreds of people?” Chen Yidong asked. “Were they absorbed into Arts Society, or were they all killed? When PCE demanded people be handed over, they only gave up thirty.”
Gao Yang explained: “They’re all folding cardboard boxes, operating sewing machines, and assembling electronic components.”
“What the heck?” Chen Yidong was clearly taken aback.Gao Yang said: “Little Seven cleared out the top three floors of the Big Hammer building and installed locked iron doors, making them undergo ‘labor reform’ and making money for Arts Society in the process. Now, these people are one of Arts Society’s main businesses, and the cash flow is pretty good…”
Chen Yidong sat on his leather sofa, lost in thought for a long time.
The environment in Federation Prison is much better than the slums, and there’s no such thing as labor reform.
His family has been involved in gangs since his grandfather’s generation, for decades, and he never thought that this kind of method could make money… The key is, it’s so bizarre for a gang to make money this way!
It’s too old-fashioned!
This method can’t compare to the money made from human trafficking, chemical drugs, and organs!
Chen Yidong couldn’t bear to imagine hundreds of burly men operating sewing machines in the Big Hammer building.
“Alright, no more nonsense,” Chen Yidong sneered. “You’ve got Zhang Qinghuan’s whereabouts, right?”
“Yes, I do. But Boss, could there be skilled bodyguards protecting Zhang Qinghuan?”
“Good, send someone to kill him today. He’s just an F-Class Gene Soldier. What kind of skilled bodyguards could he have? He’s no longer worth my attention.”
“Yes, alright,” Gao Yang hung up the phone.
Not far away, Luo Wanya waved with a smile: “Gao Yang, come join the Home Families for more team building!”
“Coming!”
In District Eight, two motorcycles sped out of the Longwen Villa courtyard, heading towards Ninth District.
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“Aren’t we going to expand our territory?” Jiang Mubei asked, expressing his deep confusion.
The two bigwigs of Black Spade were well aware of Arts Society’s strength. With over a hundred Gene Soldiers, they could easily conquer the entire Lower Three Districts.
Moreover, Jiang Mubei now had a sense of purpose.
If Arts Society were oppressing the poor, the two bigwigs of Black Spade would at most observe, perhaps even eliminating them for the sake of the people.
But now things are different. They’ve discovered that what Arts Society is doing is in line with their goals.
And they are doing better than Black Spade.
As a result, Jiang Mubei’s enthusiasm was rekindled. He wanted to discuss with Xu Linsen about directly helping Arts Society to conquer the Lower Three Districts, so the poor in the Lower Three Districts of City 22 could welcome the light sooner.
Therefore, Jiang Mubei, who is impatient, was anxious to see Arts Society not doing its real work…
Even more anxious than Arts Society.
But Zhang Qinghuan didn’t care: “Don’t worry, this is the process of creating a model. In Ninth District and even the Lower Three Districts, many people don’t know about the existence of pigeon cages, so even if we attack, we won’t get help from the people. Now that we’ve illuminated four buildings, and then deliberately spread the word, it will naturally become a topic. Look, those people were called to visit.”
Zhang Qinghuan sat in the noodle shop, pointing to the crowd passing by the entrance: “No one can stop their desire for a better life. The lights in Ninth District are enough to ignite their desires.”
Jiang Mubei murmured: “If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness.”
“That’s right,” Zhang Qinghuan chuckled. “And there’s another problem: all gangs need to make contributions to the higher-ups. The gangs provide to PCE, PCE provides to the council members above them, and the council members belong to the Conglomerate. If Arts Society openly disrupts the balance, it will surely attract attention, so while the action needs to be quick, the actions must be steady.”
“Did you come up with all this?” Jiang Mubei asked, implying, “You can come up with such a proper plan?”
Zhang Qinghuan readily admitted: “Lao Luo said that.”
At this moment, Qing Chen suddenly said: “I understand, so we need to wait for something to happen in the city, until PCE is too busy to care about us, then we’ll quickly expand!”
“Clever!” Zhang Qinghuan praised.
Qing Chen said: “Why don’t we assassinate someone from the Shendai Consortium? I know someone named Shendai Yunluo who drinks at the Black Swan Restaurant in District 4 every day, and he always goes alone in the early morning. I work as a waiter there. If we kill him, Upper Six District will surely be in chaos.”
Zhang Qinghuan laughed and cried: “I know the Shendai Yunluo you’re talking about. He’s a famous young master in City 22; he’s an A-Class. We’re not even enough to fill his teeth. Just wait for the chaos; we can’t create it ourselves.”
As soon as these words came out, Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei looked at each other. Making PCE Public Security Committee unable to care about the Lower Three Districts is something the two of them could do.
Wouldn’t it be fine to create chaos elsewhere?
At this time, Jiang Mubei whispered: “Boss, should we help them create chaos?”
“We can consider it,” Xu Linsen nodded. “After all, liberating the Lower Three Districts sooner will allow more people to escape suffering.”
“But the problem is, we are from Black Spade, not really members of Arts Society,” Jiang Mubei said. “I think this is their own business; they should do it themselves.”
Xu Linsen was silent for a moment: “If he can really do what we can’t, then what’s wrong with letting him be Black Spade’s Joker? I don’t mind.”
Jiang Mubei was stunned for a moment: “Boss, you…”
“No need to say more, let’s go create chaos tonight,” Xu Linsen said. Under his calm expression, there was still a certain determination. Their existence in Black Spade was not for power, but for a certain ideal.
As long as things can be done, Xu Linsen’s personal gains and losses are not important.
In fact, Xu Linsen also realized their limitations. After all, most of Black Spade are Wildlanders, and their vision and perspective determine that it will be difficult to complete this independently.
And now, he already knows how ambitious the person behind this Arts Society is.
Jiang Mubei muttered: “Let him be the Joker? We don’t even know where he is, how can we let him be the Joker.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen suddenly raised his hand: “Boss, another bowl of large intestine noodles.”
Jiang Mubei rubbed his ears and turned to shout: “You just add noodles, why are you shouting so loud!?”