Edge of Paradise City, slum, nine o'clock at night.
The sun had long since set, and most of the slum residents, who couldn't afford electricity bills year-round, had lit kerosene lamps or simply shut their doors to sleep. But inside the Iron Wolf Gang's connected shanties, bright incandescent lights were already shining, because they used diesel generators for power.
"Kun!"
"Kun!"
"Kun, you're back!"
...
Outside the connected shanties, a young man with sharp triangular eyes led a few people, striding rapidly. Every member of the Iron Wolf Gang who saw him quickly bowed their heads and respectfully called him Kun, but he paid little attention, looking very busy.
"Mazi, you guys head back first, I'm going in to discuss matters with the boss."
At the entrance of the shanty, the young man with triangular eyes, Kun, turned to glance at Mazi and several followers who had returned with him and instructed.
"Alright, Kun, if the boss has any good tasks, make sure to prioritize us."
