Chapter 93
Yoren could tell that Baldhead clearly knew who the Glasgow Gang were.
What puzzled him was the way the man reacted—with disdain, even hatred.
In Victoria, wasn't the Glasgow Gang supposed to be at the top?
This unexpected twist gnawed at Yoren, stirring up not just present frustration but a deeper, long-simmering anger. From the moment he arrived in this city, he had felt like an outsider. He was like a backwater bumpkin stepping into a world far more intricate than he was prepared for. He didn't understand the rules, the unspoken cues, or the hidden codes of conduct. And each time he stumbled, there were always eyes on him. Sneering. Mocking. But never teaching. He had to scrape together his knowledge from the fragments he could gather, enduring humiliation after humiliation.
He used to bite his tongue. Survival was all that mattered in the beginning. That was his core principle. He needed to live long enough to grow.
Like the hotel proprietress who scammed him out of a thousand yuan a few days ago—he had just accepted it, taken the loss, as if he deserved it. But right now, something shifted inside him. A new clarity.
To build the currency called power, he once believed he had to wait in line like everyone else, play by the rules, tolerate those who cut ahead. But now he realized he didn't have to queue. Hell, he might already be in the VIP lane and hadn't noticed. After crawling through so much filth, his accumulated strength was finally enough to let him throw his weight around.
Even in a developed country like Victoria, darkness flourished in broad daylight. Collusion between nobles and corporations. Gangs acting out the dirty will of officials. That was the world. No pure justice. No absolute evil. The public cheers for the one who wins. You crush the wicked—even with more wickedness—and you become a hero.
When Yoren looked again at the arrogant bald man, he suddenly felt a flicker of pity. Someone like that wasn't even qualified to have a proper conversation with him anymore.
Baldhead, meanwhile, took Yoren's silence as fear.
"What's wrong, kid? Cat got your tongue? Think shouting 'Glasgow' scares me? This isn't Londinium, dumbass."