The Thirteen Thieves of the Desert Sea were a well-known power.
Back in the day, the Horse Gang and the Boat Gang had both tried to recruit them, each wanting to bring them under their control.
But the Thirteen Thieves were tough. They fought guerrilla-style—advancing and retreating at will, constantly maneuvering, but never submitting.
Now, they had come to stir up trouble, and rumors were flying all over the Outer City.
Black Water Gang Headquarters
Shui Qianjun: "Do the Thirteen Thieves have a death wish?"
Vice Gang Leader Zhao: "It's just the young ones below acting up."
The Sixth Young Master's little tricks couldn't fool the two of them.
The candidates were rivals, after all.
It would be strange if there wasn't any friction.
"Is Tang Wen still at Jile Tower?"
"I'm afraid so."
"It's been half a month, hasn't it?"
Vice Gang Leader Zhao nodded. 'That's right. He went up to Jile Tower and hasn't been seen since. He didn't even think to invite me up for a visit.'
