Traveling through the American slums, you were blocked in an alley by a black gang at the beginning.
Swing the stick down. System activation.
Three seconds. Jay fell into the water and the fake gold chain sank.
Su Chen clutched the bloody switchblade and took out twenty-seven dollars from the corpse's pocket. A thin Vietnamese orphan followed behind.
"I'll follow you. It's okay to die. It's better than dying in an alley."
Start from this street. Gather the Chinese, the old Mo, the oppressed - as long as they hate the Blood Claw Gang, they are our own people.
The night Brother Scar came here with 60 people to kill, Su Chen turned off the lights.
Nine people stood behind him. Someone with a wrench, someone with a kitchen knife, someone with bare hands.
"If you want to leave, leave now."
No one moved.
Anyone who blocks the way is killed. Betrayal, kill.
The new king of North America has stood up from this dirty alley.
