Chapter 94
Using this city as a starting point, Yoren had decided to establish a powerful force—one strong enough to support Vina whenever she needed it. But not just her. This force would be his shadow, following him wherever he might go, even outside Victoria. It would be a foundation that could prop him up when he needed it most.
The thought had lingered in Yoren's mind for some time, yet he'd never been able to shape it clearly or summon the will to act on it. Until now.
Something about the way Baldhead had described the distribution of gangs in Victoria stirred something primal in Yoren. It was like hearing the call of ancient war drums, the echoes of the Three Kingdoms battling for dominance. It made his blood boil. He didn't just want to watch the chaos. He wanted to dive headfirst into the mud, kick it up, and make waves.
It wasn't just impulse. Yoren wasn't careless. This may not have been the safest or most strategically sound route, but for the long term—this was the road he had to take. Strength alone wasn't enough. Influence mattered. Reach mattered. He needed to become someone who could tip the scales of the world.
So he made up his mind.
Once Yoren decided on something, he never turned back. Even if the path was filled with fire and nails, he would walk it. With his stubbornness, though, one thing was guaranteed: the enemies waiting for him at the end would not be ready. They were in for a disaster.
This time, he wouldn't wait at home while trouble came knocking. No, now he would be the one making the first move.
He turned to Hurd, who stood quietly behind him.
"Second Uncle, don't worry. You saw it earlier. I'm pretty good at fighting."
Hurd frowned. "But you can't spend your life brawling with people like this. If they get hurt, we can replace them. You only have one life."
Yoren gave him a twisted smile. "That's easy. If a water pipe keeps leaking and I can't plug it, I'll just cut off the water supply."