Emond came in. He took off his coat and looked coldly at the little yellow-haired thief sitting in the middle.

The yellow hair thief swore to stand up, "Who the fuck are you?"

He had hardly finished his words when the heavy blow came down.

Suddenly, the yellow hair thief's nose was bleeding.

He held his nose, his hands covered in blood, and shouted, "This is my territory, do you dare to hit me? !"

He pointed to the others nearby and shouted, "Help me! Shoot him!"

Nearby figures jumped to their feet. They were young wolves, untrained as they were, but if they wanted to survive in the slums,...