The gang leader paused, feeling he had said too much to a woman. His voice unintentionally grew colder. "That's none of your damn business! Just focus on achieving your own goals! Why do you care about all this?!"
Wendy paused, and her brows furrowed as if grappling with an elusive problem. "Isn't it easy for you guys to move in and out of this place? Why haven't you thought about monopolizing it, spreading the news, finding the right arms dealer? Wouldn't that be convenient?"
"Find who? The leader has already staked his claim here. If he finds out we're searching for other arms dealers, do you think you can withstand the pressure he'll put on us? And would he even allow other weapons to enter the checkpoint? It's different from letting people in.
"Enough, enough! I'm wasting my breath talking about this with a woman! The bottom line is it won't work. This place has been under his control for nearly a decade. If there were other options, do you think we'd be waiting for you to show up and suggest them?"
Wendy pursed her lips, and her face flushed with embarrassment. Just then, something was thrown at her from the side, hitting her face. Startled, she quickly fell in step behind the gangster.
Although Yasmine's situation was precarious, she remained calm and composed, as if completely unaware of her circumstances. She quietly listened to the gangster's words, and her cool, detached gaze hid a deep contemplation.d2
The leader here controlled the weapons, even the arms of the central nations of the world. There were many people with unique abilities in this vast world, but those with this kind of power was almost unheard of.
Once, she had overheard Boyd discussing important matters with several ministers, including issues regarding the procurement of weapons. The names of the arms dealers she heard were few and far between.
These were all top-secret matters. The names of the arms dealers were mere codenames, and the true identities behind them were probably only known to the highest echelons of leadership.
It was well known that the Harper family had been standing strong in Hong Kong for a hundred years, with clear support from behind. But because they were so conspicuous, the higher-ups could not ignore them and had already implemented regulatory measures.
This grey area was a headache for the authorities. Even if the Harper family wanted to extend their influence here, it wouldn't be easy.
Yet, the true power of the Harper family remained elusive. When Damon managed to infiltrate Boyd's presidential estate, it was obvious that he had some sort of support. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't have dared to do it otherwise. Plus, it was clear that he and Boyd knew each other.
Yasmine had a hunch that this elusive leader was Damon. He must have used some method to evade the surveillance from above. But, Damon had long since been stripped of his management rights in the Harper family. He had nothing now. If it was him, there should have been some signs of disturbance here, causing some chaos. With the mixed crowd here, it was inevitable.
However, there was nothing.
From the gangster's tone, there was a sense of respect and distance towards this gang leader, but he didn't know the true identity of the leader.
Her eyes darkened, and Yasmine smirked. If things were as she suspected... Oh well.
Yasmine remained quiet and composed throughout, but her mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to piece together a plausible theory.
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