A single stone stirs a thousand waves.
Li Jing's callous words travel far, falling into the ears of everyone on the third level of the underground parking lot.
The word "patrol" plunges the bustling black market into an instant deathly silence.
For a moment, people believe they are hearing things.
How could a patrol possibly come to a place like the Old City?
The existence of the Old City isn't without reason.
The West City Patrol Bureau doesn't disregard it, it just can't handle it.
This place is rife with too many criminals, making it incredibly difficult to control.
Unless there is clear evidence, able to reasonably capture all the criminals entrenched in the Old City in one fell swoop, the West City Patrol Bureau won't act rashly.
After all, if they can't catch everyone, it would at most only disrupt the Old City, a place already a mixed bag of dragons and snakes.
Most arrested would be released in a few days to a couple of weeks.