Chapter 73: The Last Ranger
With Max having once been the head of the White Tiger group, he knew a lot of street-level gangs.
There were many he could’ve chosen from. He didn’t pick The Pit by accident, and Wolf’s excellent fighting skills weren’t the only reason he’d made that choice.
It was because the White Tiger gang had used The Pit in several past operations. Max knew Wolf’s personality well, through stories, past dealings, and how his crew handled their business.
That’s why he hadn’t come here alone. He knew better. Wolf wasn’t someone you approached casually.
Now that everything had been settled, Max finally had the chance to ask someone who’d been fairly close to the White Tiger gang, face-to-face.
"I’m surprised a name like that came out of your mouth," Wolf said, leaning back into the couch. "But... you’ve been full of surprises so far."
"Well," he continued, "what do you want to know about them? Who they are? What they do? Their members? Depending on what you’re asking, I can’t just talk about them freely. You know how it is, it might cost you. Whether that’s in money... or blood."
It was the exact response Max had expected.
"As you know, I’m not from Notting Hill City," Max said. "So I just want to know... based on recent changes, does the city feel different? Has there been any big movement? You don’t have to give me much, just what the word on the street is."
"Recent changes?" Wolf echoed. Then he nodded slowly. "I guess that means you’ve heard then, that the leader, Maximus... is dead."
Of course Max knew.