In the eyes of those true conspirators, even a large-scale public safety incident like a "train derailment" can be a means to achieve their interests.
Gino was still somewhat naive.
In her eyes, the "flourishing" Damascus Camp actually fell into chaos after being managed by Nando, and the depictions of them in the news were mostly exaggerated.
The current revenue in the camp is nothing more than a small cake sliced off by Oulos.
Comparatively...
The Rift Party that rose in the small scope of the West District was not much different from robbers looting convenience stores on the street.
"It's just like that, isn't it?"
John took a sip of whiskey.
The liquid swirled, ice cubes clinking, condensation wetted his fingers, a complex layering echoed in his mouth, and the substance sank deep in his throat while the alcohol fumes spewed out from his nostrils.
He suddenly paused.
"Wait a minute, how did we start talking about this topic?"
"Maya... oh shit, I forgot."
