Biding his time
The night was like an overcast cloud hanging over the entire stronghold, and under this dark cloud, many people were making their way over to the East Lake Tunnel in a hurry.
In the dark of the night, the pitch-black East Lake was like a giant magnet drawing in speckles of iron dust inside the stronghold.
Ren Xiaosu had guessed many underworld criminals would turn up this time, but he did not expect so many.
But upon further thinking, it rather made sense. Ignoring the other forces that had turned up, just the A-rank hitmen from the Anjing House alone would already number in the dozens. After all, only those who successfully killed members of the Pyro Company this time would qualify for the Anjing House trials next year.
Ren Xiaosu reckoned that at least half of all the Anjing House's A-rank hitmen had shown up this time.