1117 The Bitterness and Sorrow of Zackary

Two days later, a group of men was gathering on the streets of Flame City at night.

When the number increased to a hundred, the leader, Kray, jumped on a car. His hand was holding a medicinal pill sealed with wax and was shouting loudly at his men.

"See this? His lordship is looking for this! Bring all your men to find this thing in every place you can get to! Find anything or anyone that you think is related to this pill!"

"Yes, boss!"

"Understood!"

"Roger that, Leader Kray!"

The leaders of different gangs, be it a small gang or big one, nodded in acknowledgment.

Although the voices weren't in unison, the intimidating manner would shun doubtful gazes away, let alone the series of firearm battles that followed.

Many of the nightclubbing spots in Flame City were assaulted in a typhoon-like manner, the men barged in like monsters, tearing the place apart in search of the said item.