After twisting and turning for more than ten minutes, Joe Ga unexpectedly discovered that amidst the plethora of buildings, a small patch of land had been deliberately left empty...
In the center of the clearing stood a tattered large table, flanked by several long benches.
A dozen or so young gang members from two groups were gathered there, their tense postures suggesting negotiations...
Noticing Joe and his entourage, both groups simultaneously directed their gaze towards them...
Ronnie and the medic positioned themselves at Joe's front left, gripping the tactical backpack's lanyard, ready to transform it into a tactical vest at any moment.
Looking at the aggressive stances of those men, Joe was about to raise his hand to indicate they'd stumbled into the wrong place when he heard 'Kitten' cheer beside him...
"Anderson..."
With Kitten's cheer, a middle-aged man sitting at the head of the long table stood up, squinting...
