"W-what? The Plundering King?"
"I thought he ran away!"
"What’s going on? Didn’t the Administrator deal with him?"

The mere mention of the Plundering King’s name paralyzed the gang members. His past actions were too vivid, too terrifying for anyone to muster the courage to fight him.

Morbin and his top lieutenants, who had descended to the first floor, wore baffled expressions. Something didn’t add up.

After a moment of contemplation, Morbin declared confidently, "This must be an impersonation. They’re trying to scare us and take us out while we’re all gathered here. It’s a cheap ploy."

He …