Chapter 138: What Class Are They?
Now Max was starting to see the bigger picture, not just what was happening in front of him, but the entire system at play. The deeper structure. The hidden ambitions driving every move.
When gangs worked together, especially street gangs tied to a larger Syndicate or organized group, it was never just about survival. Everyone had their own agenda. Everyone was chasing the top spot. Climbing, always climbing.
He should’ve realized it back when the Chalkline Boys attacked the restaurant. That wasn’t some random hit job. That place didn’t even seem like a major hub for the Rejected Corps. It was a distraction. A smaller outpost, not a base.
And yet, the Chalkline Boys had hit it hard, then moved on to target several other spots. That kind of coordination didn’t scream street gang. That was strategic. That was war.
Now it made sense why the Rejected Corps were trying to step up their game. They weren’t satisfied being seen as street-level anymore. They were chasing evolution. Status.
That was why they’d been after Dipter. The guy was a natural, talented, brutal, efficient. Fighters like him weren’t just useful; they were rare. Most of the people lining up to join gangs were filler. Street-level muscle. But a real fighter? Someone who could take on five, ten people alone and walk away without a scratch?
That was currency.
Each one of those fighters could shift power. They were the kind of people gangs would kill to recruit, and kill to stop from becoming rivals. Because if you didn’t bring someone like that into your fold, you were practically guaranteeing they’d one day start their own crew.
And no one wanted to face off against the beast they failed to tame.
Behind him, the van’s rear doors creaked open.
Ten men stepped out in unison, all wearing the same berets and camo pants from before. Military vibes with street gang sharpness. It was the exact same unit Max had seen last time.