Chapter 836: The Children's Struggle (Part 1) (Patreon)

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In the dimly lit cellar, Six-Fingered Sister propped her head with her hand and sighed, "Jason, have you heard? Wayne Group has spread the word that they won't tolerate anyone forcibly taking over other people's houses. Everyone can only live in their designated houses. But I don't think that's feasible at all."

She glanced around the small cellar and continued, "How can we stop those gangs from seizing our houses? Even though you've taken out quite a few gang leaders recently, there will always be new ones coming in."

Six-Fingered Sister looked left and right before saying, "I heard that a major gang has set their sights on these houses. There have been many unfamiliar faces wandering around here lately, and I believe they might be ready to move in at any moment."

Jason was engrossed in reading a book. He replied calmly, "Then let them come. No one can take our things from us."

Sighing again, Six-Fingered Sister said, "Jason, you're being a bit reckless. You may have dealt with the leaders of those smaller gangs, but what about the big ones, not to mention the Twelve Families?"

"Can't you see?" Jason looked at Six-Fingered Sister and said, "Did I really take out those small gang leaders all by myself?"

Six-Fingered Sister shook her head and said, "I have no idea how you convinced those children to help us. We had conflicts with them before, but after you paid them a visit, they were all willing to join us."

"The most sensitive one among them, the guy who used to be overly dramatic, heard that you were going to take out the boss of their neighborhood, and he wasn't even scared. He even sent people to watch over you and attract attention. Jason, what kind of magic do you have?"

"I'm asking you..." Jason locked eyes with Six-Fingered Sister and said, "If killing the mob boss means you can have a house of your own, forever yours, with a bed, windows, and even a potted plant..."

"After work every day, you'd have a place to take a shower. Then, you could lie down on a soft bed, cover yourself with a blanket, and sleep well. Would you be willing to do it, even if the person you need to kill is armed? Would you do it?"

Six-Fingered Sister's fingers trembled, and she said, "I've dreamt of such days, but those scenes only appear in my dreams. But if it were really possible, perhaps... maybe I would..."

She kept swallowing nervously and said, "It's not that I don't want to kill; it's just that I'm afraid. But if it's like you say, maybe I would do it. I think anyone would..."

Six-Fingered Sister's speech became faster and more fervent. She continued, "They've never helped us, never considered us. So why should we have pity on them? They never valued our lives, so they deserve... they deserve to be taken out..."

"See, I convinced you, didn't I?" Jason smiled and said, "I'm not deceiving you; I'm just telling you the truth. After all, the construction of the building has already started, and the foundation is almost complete. If we don't act soon, it'll be too late."

Jason closed the book he was holding and took out a map from the side. He said, "Look, this is a map I drew of the nearby area. These three streets are the neighborhoods we're planning to transform."

"Those strangers you mentioned, I've seen them too. I know which gang they're from. They come from Elizabeth Street, and their leader is called Train Head. Some people call them the Blue Jacket Gang..."

"Tonight, I'm going to pay a visit to Elizabeth Street."

"Are you out of your mind?!" Six-Fingered Sister raised her voice, "Just staying here isn't enough for you? You actually want to go to Elizabeth Street willingly? Don't you know what kind of place that is?!"

"Of course, I do. There are four major gangs in that area, and two of them even control the pier. But I don't care..."

Jason's eyes gleamed with a unique light, and Six-Fingered Sister saw a fervor in his eyes that she had only seen in a passionate devotee. Speaking with unwavering confidence, he said, "I don't care how many people they have, how many guns, how much power or money they possess, or how influential their boss is. They are destined to fail."

"Jason, sometimes, I really can't understand your crazy ideas. I don't know where you get your confidence." Six-Fingered Sister sighed and glanced at the book on the table beside Jason. "Is it because of this book? Because you've read more books than the rest of us?"

"Would you like to take a look?" Jason handed her the book and said, "The vocabulary in here isn't difficult at all. You should be able to understand it."

Six-Fingered Sister shook her head and replied, "I don't have as much time as you do. I have to work in the afternoon, or else we won't have anything to eat tomorrow."

"Jason, promise me you won't take unnecessary risks. We all depend on you." Six-Fingered Sister turned and climbed up to the cellar door, looking back and saying.

Jason put the book back down and, in a quiet voice with no one else around, said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure all of you have the time to read these books too."

In the evening, Sliphead arrived at the underground base of the Red Hood Gang once again. He opened a box and took out a set of uniform, handing it to Jason, saying, "Hurry up and try it on, see if it fits. I just finished making it."

Jason accepted the uniform and asked, "How did you do it so quickly? Didn't I mention just a couple of days ago that I wanted a uniform?"

Sliphead chuckled and replied, "I knew you must be eager to use it, you just didn't say it out loud. Come on, give it a try, I think it should fit perfectly."

Carrying the uniform, Jason went to a room to change. When he emerged, he didn't wear the hood and instead lowered his head to examine the uniform.

It was a sleek carbon-black bodysuit, but it wasn't a jumpsuit; it was a two-piece outfit. However, because the material was extremely tight-fitting, the seams were barely visible.

There were some lines on both the upper and lower parts, designed not only for aesthetics but also for some level of protection. Sliphead shrugged and said, "Basic fire and heat resistance, good stretch and elasticity. It won't make you bulletproof, but it can provide some protection. I've added plenty of pockets for your equipment."

"More importantly, the entire suit doesn't reflect light, which is suitable for concealing your silhouette. But if you insist on wearing that brightly colored hood, you might still stand out."

"It's already great," Jason said, examining the straps on his arms. "I did want a red uniform initially, but it might be too eye-catching. Black is good, and I really like it. Thank you, Sliphead."

"No need to thank me. I've been researching this stuff lately, and you'll probably grow taller, so you might need a new one eventually. Once I've mastered these technologies, you'll have a handsome and practical uniform."

Jason nodded and then smiled, saying, "You've come at the right time. I'm going out tonight, and I'll pay extra attention to the feedback on its usage and let you know when I return."

As he spoke, he headed out, and Sliphead waved his hand, saying, "Stay safe."

Jason glanced back at Sliphead as he walked away, clearly aware that his good friend knew what he was up to. However, no extra words were exchanged; Sliphead silently provided his support.

Upon arriving at Elizabeth Street, Jason's first task was to find the leader of the children's gang in the area. However, it turned out to be more challenging than he had anticipated. The children's gang here had no awareness of the impending crisis.

Because the rules were comparatively more prosperous in this gang, the children were also relatively well-off, leading content lives and showing no inclination for change. Jason's arrival had put them on alert, but they had no intention of cooperating; instead, they raised their guns to force Jason to leave.

After a few days of studying, Jason knew that sometimes the timing was not right, and unique circumstances could prevent certain people from awakening. During such times, harboring too many fantasies could easily lead to a cycle of dependence on others. Therefore, Jason did not rely on them and planned to handle things himself.

Elizabeth Street was home to four well-known major gangs, and their defensive capabilities were not something those smaller gangs could match. Even just at the entrance of their bases, there were three shifts of patrolling guards, ensuring 24/7 surveillance. To infiltrate, Jason needed to find another way.

Jason took an unconventional approach, climbing up to a higher building's rooftop. Then, using a prepared rope, he descended to another rooftop closer to the Blue Jacket Gang's headquarters.

As this building was taller, the gang hadn't considered that someone might approach via the rooftops, so there were no guards stationed there. After arriving, Jason continued along the rooftop, approaching the target, the Blue Jacket Gang's headquarters.

Since this building was taller and the gang hadn't anticipated rooftop access, there were no guards on the rooftop. After reaching his destination, Jason used a drainage pipe to descend until he reached the balcony he was aiming for.

His slim frame was an advantage, and his footsteps upon landing were nearly soundless. He easily concealed himself along the balcony's edge, waiting for the right moment to act.

Hiding at the balcony's edge, Jason overheard a faint conversation from inside the room. A rough voice spoke, "I know what Wayne is up to. He wants to provoke us, control us, and then tear us apart. He wants full control of this city. Does he think we're fools?"

"I know he has a way to get everyone into the houses they're supposed to be in. He can give everyone a house... Of course, Wayne Group has the power to do that, but we can't let him succeed."

"If we let him decide who lives in which house, who will listen to the Gang? Who will listen to me? He's currently renovating the three streets in the south, and it won't be long before he reaches our area."

"By then, we'll either have to go to war with him or wait for him to finish building the houses and give each of us a tiny room. Why would I want a one-bedroom apartment? What I need is a Manor, a luxury car, and thousands of dollars in rent!"

"You go contact the other three gangs; we must stop all of this. We have to make Wayne Group sit down and negotiate with us, let us decide who gets the houses. If he refuses, he won't take a step inside here, not even in the construction area!"

"Speaking of which, even in the current phase of construction, I've made some preparations. There will be an explosion on the day work starts if he doesn't compromise. Not a single building will go up!"

Jason outside the window furrowed his brow deeply, gripping the window ledge tighter and tighter. Then, he heard the voices inside the room continue:

"Send someone to check the bomb again. If it can kill a few workers, that would be even better. Make Wayne Group pay more in compensation; that will make him more willing to talk..."

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