Are they mafia?

"Hey," called the man walking next to me.

Ah, the half-blood man.

"Ya?" I said slowly

"How old are you?"

Hearing that question, made me feel confused. Wouldn't it make more sense if he asked my name first instead of how old I was?

What a strange man.

"Eighteen!" I said briefly.

"Okay!" he said then fell silent again.

As expected, he is indeed strange.

We finally arrived near the Blackstone headquarters. There was a loud commotion from inside. Looks like things aren't going well. Our plans are definitely not going as they should. We immediately ran as fast as possible.

And sure enough, there were many of the alliance's children, even the brothers and Uncle Uyon were injured. And sadly, they still continue to fight the Blackstone members with their condition like that.

I looked for Gepeng's whereabouts, but couldn't find him. Maybe he was in the room, because there was a commotion from several warehouses.