Kapitel 125: Strike

The night was as dark as ink as dark clouds covered the blue moon.

A loud thunder tore the silent night like a sharp blade, and raindrops as big as peas fell down from the dark sky.

Countless pedestrians rushed to their destinations, and the shops on the streets closed early. After a while, the streets were silent and empty of people.

The silence was broken after a few breaths’ time. A couple of hundred thousand men marched down the streets like hundreds of rivers flowing back into the ocean.

They gathered around and formed a tight black patch on the street.

Under the black umbrella were men with ferocious faces and cold expressions. None of them bothered to hide the weapons in their hands. They did not need to in the city.

Their boss was the Underground King of the city, Mr. Big.

Whenever darkness covered the sky, the city belonged to them.