In the Boston battalion office.
The chief of the battalion, Marty Malone, stood up from the chair that he had been sitting on for the whole day. He looked out the window and faintly heard the rooster crowing outside.
He raised his arm and turned it around, relaxing his arm.
The famous Red Light District, which was usually peaceful, however, had huge trouble that night.
A big shot from Washington personally called Marty.
Behind the Red Light District was the Callahan family, the top family of the Six Eastern Regions. They were so powerful that they got a say in almost every corner of the region.
And they didn't make moves easily.
"Ring, ring, ring"
Just as Marty was thinking about where to start, a phone call came in.
He picked it up and looked. He couldn't help but frown.
He wondered, is that him?
The Callahan family...
They've really caused a great disaster!