Wood drove frantically to the other side of the city.

In the small city of Turnair, where people can't see, there are strict rules and boundaries. The entire city's underworld is controlled by two and a half gangs. The reason why I say two and a half, because that half gang has only half a breath left. This half of the gang was not completely wiped out, and it was thanks to the bigwigs' planning of the layout of Turnaire City.

Mayors, councillors, heads of various departments, they sit in the light and work out the gameplay of the whole city. Any "world" must ensure that it is as stable as possible when it has a certain degree of "competitiveness."

To put it simply, the bigwigs hope that those gangs and forces hate each other, and at the same time need them to restrain their own ability, and further require that no business, a channel, can be completely unified. Because these bigwigs also know very well that once there is a gang, or a force that unites the whole city, it is not a good thing for them.

Because at that time, this unified force will have the ability to challenge them. They don't want to see someone who can shake their position, let alone be a loser, so they develop the gameplay that works best for them and join in on it. As long as any faction or gang shows signs of "dominating the crowd", they will support the hostile forces of this force to fight back against them.

The big guys are always careful to control the balance of the city, which may not be the best way, but it is the best way to do it, at least for now.

The gray level of the entire city of Turnaire is divided into two large chunks and one small chunk, and the southwest part of the city and half of the center of the city is the territory of Tiger the "Flame Skeleton". Selling contraband and running a community service center where skilled women work are Tiger's main businesses. Of course, he will occasionally make cameo appearances in the human snake trade, buying some girls from other places, or selling some girls to other places.

Tiger's methods are very ruthless, and his heart is very black, but he has a characteristic, he strictly abides by the rules of the game, never crosses the line, and is also very generous.

Or like to splurge.

He is not bad to his subordinates, and he is used to using money as a means of greeting, so he has gathered some people who dare to do anything for money around him.

The other half of the city center and the entire East City District are the territory of the "lizardman" Godol, who has almost two hundred men under his command, and is the strongest and richest in Turnaire City. He is a very intelligent "leader", and many people think that in the next five to ten years or so, he will go from being an unruly gang leader to one of the city's tycoons.

He almost never runs an illegal business, and his main source of income is some entertainment venues, such as bars, such as dance halls, such as small theaters. He was very intelligent, a fact that everyone who mentioned him had already recognized, except for selling some moonshine in the bar, arranging some oversized dances in the ballroom, and performing some over-the-top stage plays in the small theater.

He never did anything "illegal" again, of course fighting and making people disappear and anything like that, that's the main business of the gang.

Wood is very familiar with him, and it is also through the bootlegging trade, in the hands of Godol, the operation of three bars of different grades and scales, in need of a large amount of low-cost moonshine with sufficient profit margins, at this point, Wood can basically meet all of Godol's requirements for moonshine, so they are both business partners and a pair of friends.

Aside from this, Wood's first thought was to find Godol, and then, with years of connections, spend enough money for Godor to take Duhring's head off. At this time, he already regretted it very much, knowing that ten years ago, he and Godol were almost identical. There is still a step away from the tycoon, and there are a large number of all kinds of characters under his hands, even those tycoons have to take off their hats and say hello when they see him.

Then he took that step, and in order to make himself more in line with the image of a successful person in high society, he disbanded the former gang and placed many members in other places. He opened his fine suit, showed everyone that he was harmless, and entered the hall of high society.

But now, he regrets it.

During these years, apart from money, and some insignificant prestige, he did not get anything more at all. The real bigwigs looked down on him before, and they look down on him just as much, and they don't look down on him just because he put on a suit, put on wax, and don't let some people lose their most precious things. In this city, he is not much different from before, those he cannot afford to offend are still not offended, and those who dare not offend him must not offend him either.

But he lost the most important thing about himself - the axe that represented his madness!

It was at this time that he suddenly woke up, maybe this was the true intention of the rules of the game. When someone crosses the line, the rules will send him to another level and make him unarmed.

In a daze, the car rushed into Godol's manor in the east of the city, and a group of armed weapons rushed to the side of the stopped car with fierce faces and dragged Wood out of the car.

Godor stood on the balcony on the second floor of the manor and looked at Wood as he was dragged out, frowning. He beckoned Wood into the house and arranged for a doctor. At the same time, he scattered a group of people to gather intelligence.

He wanted to know what it was that could have caused "Woodcutter Wood" to suffer such a life-threatening injury.

Soon, Doolin's information was on his desk. The city is basically no secret to him, and as the leader of the largest and most powerful gang, he has a lot of resources at his disposal.

"Does anyone know about this fellow townsman, and this fellow Durin?", he leaned back on the couch in the hall, his legs crossed, the shiny toes of his leather shoes reflecting the soft glow of the ornate chandelier on the roof.

Most of the people in the hall remained silent, including a few Guerts, and Godol's eyes wandered back and forth over these Guerts, but they never said a word.

A skinned corpse has reminded all the Gualts of their traditions.

Betrayers need to be judged.

In the calm, Godol sneered and shook his head, "I didn't expect that there was something I didn't know, so I had someone wake Wood up and ask him what he wanted to do." ”

"After all, he's an old friend of ours!"