Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 308 [A Hot Afternoon]

Once July is over, summer is almost over.

The weather in the capital, however, was getting hotter and hotter.

It's almost impossible to go out during the day; if you do, you'll be covered in sweat.

I don’t know if it’s because of the typhoon before, but the capital city is not usually this hot.

That afternoon, the iron was so hot it seemed to melt.

port area.

Garrett Street.

This street is also known as Immigrant Street.

Because of its very delicate geographical location, although it is located in the port area, it is adjacent to the southern area and is less than 200 meters away from the legendary land of freedom, Little Ibia.

The two are separated by only a wall, and from a slightly higher floor on Garrett Street, one can even glimpse some of the inner workings of Little Ibia.

Therefore, this place naturally became a very ambiguous zone.

People from Little Ibia often visit the hotels, casinos, and various shops here.

The people of Galette Street also engage in shady dealings with the people of Little Ibia.

After all, some things only exist in the Old World.

As more and more immigrants from the Old World arrived, the area naturally came to be known as "Immigrant Street."

Currently, this street belongs to Rocky the Sea King. Rocky started his business at the docks, and in the past two years, his power has grown stronger and stronger, and his territory has basically spread throughout the entire port area.

He was also doing business with Ibia, his former ally.

Before 3 p.m., for some reason, two people walked out of a section of the wall that separates the South District and the Port District.

They were wearing patterned shirts and had strange, terrifying tattoos on their necks and arms; they were clearly freemen from Little Ibia, probably from Croze in the Old World or a neighboring country.

Because only people in this region have the habit of tattooing, it is said that even now they still maintain the habits of hunting, fishing and herding, and their industrialization is very low.

The two men, most likely from Klose, carrying a suitcase, strode wildly across the road, giving the middle finger to a car that nearly hit them and shouting insults.

The driver initially stopped as if to retaliate, but when he saw the two men instinctively reach for their waists, he quickly sped away.

"Damn Antu!"

One of the Croz men, whose hair was thinning a bit, cursed angrily.

Although they had arrived in the Kingdom of Antusstat, they did not consider themselves part of the kingdom at all. They hated all the people of the country because they were generally richer and more comfortable than they were.

"Never mind, Nat, business comes first. Moren is pushing us hard this time, we need to get it settled quickly, otherwise we'll be in trouble."

Another Crozian offered a word of advice.

"Are we having an easier time now?"

The man named Nat was quite agitated; whether it was due to the weather or something else, he started yelling and shouting.

"How long has it been since we've had a proper laugh? And what have we been eating every day? Damn it, Komick, we didn't come to the New World to suffer!"

"It's all because of those damned Fengcui bastards. They've been blocking our business these past few days. Otherwise, would we need to beg those Antu bastards?"

Hearing his companion's vehement complaints, the Kloz man named Komick couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

The main problem is that they have been having a really tough time these days.

Everything has changed since that typhoon night.

Originally, Little Ibia was somewhat self-sufficient.

Furthermore, the Southern Mafia has always been loosely organized and wouldn't bother them, so they were fine staying in Little Ibia. However, last time, in order to gain more territory in the Southern District and expand beyond Little Ibia, Old Man Sheewen directly joined the crackdown on the Martino family.

What no one expected was that the encirclement and annihilation, which should have been a sure thing, ended in complete failure.

It is said that an entire elite squad of the Kingdom Security Bureau has disappeared in the South District.

Trevor from the West Side was also badly beaten.

The Martino family won a resounding victory.

Even so, they could have simply retreated to Little Ibia, just like they had for the past few decades.

However, Little Ibia is not a truly independent kingdom; it still needs external resources.

The reason the capital's mafia couldn't do anything to them before was because they were loosely organized, but now they are not loosely organized at all.

Now only the Martino family is speaking out. The encirclement and suppression have begun. Stealing business is just the beginning; being completely blocked is the real issue.

It wasn't just the Martino family that imposed the blockade, but also the authorities.

The most notable point is that the security bureau, which had never cared about Little Ibia before, has suddenly started to get involved, with law enforcement officers frequently entering and leaving Little Ibia recently.

Even if Old Man Xiwen intervened, it was no use.

They also seem to intend to remain permanently in Little Ibia.

This is unprecedented.

It should be noted that after Little Ibia was established, there were no law enforcement officers. They were too lazy to manage it, and the relationships were maintained by the leaders of the former allies throughout the ages.

Unless something major happens in Little Ibia, nobody will even glance at it.

Now they're actually going to be stationed there permanently, and there are even reports that they'll be tearing down the wall in Little Ibia.

This was absolutely a bolt from the blue.

In addition, due to infighting among former allies, many people have recently left Little Ibia quietly.

The situation is getting worse.

Therefore, those above are eager to find a new path.

The negotiation with Aquaman's people was about how Moron, one of the four adopted sons of Father Sywin, wanted to resolve this crisis for Father Sywin.

The two Croz men, grumbling and cursing, walked across most of Garrett Street and arrived at the entrance of the Gold Coast Hotel, the largest hotel on Garrett Street.

This is the base of Aquaman Lockerbie's men, and today's negotiations will be held here.

At the entrance, there were naturally men from Sea King Lockerbie searching and inspecting people.

After confirming that they were not carrying any weapons, Aquaman's men let them in.

Meanwhile, in a refreshment shop not far from the Gold Coast, a man in a loose shirt was drinking his beverage while observing the situation outside. He then took out an inconspicuous walkie-talkie and said into it, "Hey, Cronz, kid, wake up and get to work. If you think it's not working, I'll take over."

His response was a somewhat immature, but extremely direct and offensive swear word.

"Shut your dog mouth, Aaron."

Aaron smiled and said nothing more, but he felt a little regretful inside, wondering if he was getting old. These young guys who hadn't even grown up yet were already out working, while he hadn't made it big yet.

Moreover, the capital was just too hot. He preferred Winster, even though it was hot, at least the sea breeze was very comfortable.

But oh well, I'm already here, and I've already sold my life to Ethan, so what else can I do?

It's so hot, it's unbearably hot.

(End of this chapter)