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Date: November 8
"Shut up! Who else could it be if not your people! Remember this! We're leaving!" The representative who had been informed of the attack slammed his hand on the table, his face dark with anger, and then strode out, sweeping his sleeves behind him.
"Hmph! If you don't want an explanation, then I'll just do as you requested." The Scarred Woman clearly did not appreciate the other party's attitude and spoke openly in front of so many people.
Upon hearing her words, the representative, who had reached the door, changed his expression slightly. It seemed he had been too impulsive earlier; now it appeared that she might indeed not be one of her people.
Thinking this, he turned back and forced a smile. "If you really aren't one of their people, I will personally come to apologize after resolving this trouble. I was a bit hasty just now; please don’t take it to heart. I’ll take my leave now."
A few extra words might cost him some face, which could be important under normal circumstances, but in this situation, he couldn't afford to care too much. His hometown was on the verge of being demolished; if they truly weren't the enemy, he absolutely could not afford to create more foes.
It was already difficult enough to keep those present from taking advantage of the chaos.
Seeing that the other party was somewhat reasonable, Balalaika decided to let it go. She was already in a precarious position; if the other side insisted on being stubborn, she would have an excuse to act. But since they were backing down first, she would give them a pass.
Once the representative left, the other representatives began discussing among themselves. Although many suspected that it was indeed the Moscow Hotel's doing, most believed that this emerging force likely did not have such grand ambitions.
Challenging an already tolerated power was pushing the limits. Attempting to directly swallow two major forces would never be permitted unless they were confident enough to withstand a united front.
It seemed another new force was trying to take advantage of this rare opportunity to extend its Tentacles into the fray.
When the Russian hotel first intervened, various factions were merely enjoying the spectacle, hoping both sides would suffer losses and they could pick up some scraps.
Initially, they believed that the long-established Vietnamese Gang would have the geographical Advantage and could maintain an upper hand. At worst, they could Consumption a significant amount of their opponent's energy. However, while their ideals were beautiful, reality proved harsh. The local force they had high hopes for failed to mount any effective defense and ended up in its current state.
The fact that they had persisted for so long was due to their deep roots in the area.
Now suddenly another force emerged, seemingly having launched a surprise attack on the headquarters of the Korean Mafia that had established itself here. This indicated that an unseen Force was at play. Having learned from past experiences, several leaders present began discussing whether they should intervene now.
Of course, if they chose to intervene, that group of Koreans would have to offer substantial benefits in return.
After the strong emergence of the Moscow Hotel, the forces present realized that compared to their old rivals, these unknown new infiltrators were even more formidable. Since they all made a living in this area, it was better to tacitly cooperate with each other.
"Sister Balachai, since these people are not yours, why don't we join forces to push them out?" One of the older men, a dark-skinned fellow in his fifties with one eye, spoke in a hoarse voice, his remaining eye glinting with shrewdness.
"Join forces to drive them out? Sorry, I don't have the energy for that. Who's to say that after I help you, you won't just team up to drive me out next? I think it might be a good opportunity to reshuffle things while we're at it. Of course, I'm not inclined to help either side; what you choose to do is your business," the Scarred Woman replied decisively.
Seeing her directness, the others present had unsightly expressions but found themselves unable to counter her.
"Then what do you propose?" another person pondered for a moment, not forgetting the original intent of this negotiation.
"Not an option." Before he could finish, the Scarred Woman cut him off without any room for negotiation. She had no intention of backing down and now had a new target to focus on.
If this had been at the beginning, the others might not have let it go so easily. But now a new force had suddenly emerged, disrupting their initial rhythm.
Compared to the Moscow Hotel, which had already established itself here and was only facing some issues with profit distribution, this new force was far more unpredictable.
Although the likelihood was slim, if this new group turned out to be similar to the Moscow Hotel—a violent gang—it could create further chaos in Cam Ranh, which was already quite tumultuous.
Even if the Moscow Hotel had crushed a relatively weaker faction and spent over a month achieving only half of its goal, if this new force truly had such strength, replacing one of them would take at least two months. Continuous upheaval over such an extended period would likely lead to losses for all those present.
Thus, at this moment, the issues between the Moscow Hotel and the Vietnamese Gang were no longer significant; it was as if they were simply swapping one force for another. The urgent task was to resolve other issues and launch an attack on their rivals' headquarters—doing otherwise would either indicate a lack of intelligence or an absolute confidence in their own strength.
Clearly, according to the messenger's words, the newcomers belonged to the latter category.
"Hey, I wonder if it's that fellow; interesting," Balalaika mused as she observed those representatives reaching a preliminary consensus and hurriedly leaving without further conversation with the Vietnamese Gangsters.
She then casually waved her hand at the last remaining Vietnamese Gangster who was pleading desperately. The burly man behind her raised his gun and shot through the man's head.
The last person leaving only paused briefly before ignoring the situation before him.
However, just as Balalaika suspected that this attack might be related to Yang Xiaoyou's recent actions with Bai Lu, Yang Xiaoyou himself emerged from a dark alley with his subordinates. He frowned as he looked at the garden where fierce gunfire erupted.
"Who are these people? Are they from the Moscow Hotel?" Yang Xiaoyou wondered as he observed a group of attackers dressed uniformly and equipped well as they charged towards the defenders.
He had originally planned to take advantage of the negotiations to strike while the remnants of the Vietnamese Gang were being swept away at the Moscow Hotel.
However, someone had moved ahead of him!
The target they chose was the same as his!
That group of Korean Mafia, although they appeared intimidating on the surface and boasted about their own strength, was actually quite inflated in their self-assessment. Their true capabilities were definitely ranked lower, and they probably never expected someone would focus their attention on the 'formidable' themselves, making them an ideal target.
But clearly, those well-equipped intruders had the same intentions as him. Who were these people that had suddenly appeared? From the style of their equipment, it was evident they were not the exiled soldiers from the Soviet Union; rather, they were a new force looking to establish themselves through this opportunity, just like him!
"With such strength, they only took action now when this opportunity arose. If they weren't cautious individuals, then perhaps their identities were something to be hidden, wanting to remain beneath the waves stirred up by the Moscow Hotel," Yang Xiaoyou quickly assessed the current situation, narrowing his eyes.
The actions of the other party gave him a familiar yet distasteful feeling.
"It seems you really can't sit still anymore. Are you trying to salvage your position by taking advantage of the Chinese Empire's losses?" Observing their gloomy atmosphere and coordinated movements, Yang Xiaoyou instantly recalled an organization he had encountered several times back home.
"Mr. Mo, there has been a change in plans." After confirming their identity, Yang Xiaoyou picked up the walkie-talkie.
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