Chapter 237:

Given the few settled societies in the East Zone, Jack had simply taken advantage of the situation and claimed leadership of this territory through his ruthless activities. Jack’s complexion grew more ashen as he lay on the floor, each wound pulsating with agony. He was on the brink of passing out from blood loss.

Yet, Norah and the other two didn’t hold back their scathing criticism.

“Who do you think you are? You’re all just garbage!” Norah said, her voice cutting through the air. Jack mustered his last bit of energy and grumbled, “I’ve alerted the Breaker about your onslaught in the East Zone. They’ll come for my revenge.”

Jack had negotiated a pact back when he was in the secret passage, pledging the entire fortune of his gang to the Breaker for revenge. If his life were to end, the Breaker would seek retribution on his behalf.

As this thought ran through his mind, Jack glared at the trio lounging before him, pondering the irony. He often proclaimed himself the leader of the East Zone, yet he was acutely aware that true control over the area lay elsewhere, beyond his grasp. In title, he was a leader, but in reality, his dominion was nominal.

The Breaker, notorious throughout Lochdeer, claimed dominion over the majority of the East Zone. Their criminal endeavors ranged from armed robbery and violent assaults to extortion, arms trafficking, and even murder, marking them as the architects of numerous nefarious acts. Their influence spanned both the underworld and legitimate spheres, garnering followers from the realms of business, politics, and entertainment. They were a group celebrated by many. On the internet, fans of the Breaker declared their allegiance, calling themselves “destroyers.”

This wide-reaching acclaim meant the leader was indifferent to his public image, allowing Jack to ostentatiously claim the title of the leader of the East Zone. For the Breaker, this label did nothing to diminish their dominance in Lochdeer.

She gave him a brief, puzzled look, dismissing his mutterings as the ramblings of a

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a semi-conscious Jimena. “I found her in quite the

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grabbed it and doused Jimena, rousing her with the

Jimena’s eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Norah, her expression was one of

warmth, a stark contrast to her otherwise radiant appearance. “What? Are you

drew her phone, shifting it into video recording mode. “I came here just so I could see

them out on the table. There was a line of six needles, their arrangement carrying an air of menace. “Looks like you’ve got a busy day ahead.

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