Chapter 142: Treatment Like A King
Wolf, Max, Na, and Dud had all returned to the Rejected Corps’ hangar base.
After pulling up in one of the blacked-out sedans, they were told to wait outside while preparations were made inside. That left Wolf and Max standing just outside the wide industrial entrance, surrounded by a sprawl of activity, cargo being loaded, men moving supplies, and vehicles lined up like a private army.
It gave them a rare moment of quiet. Alone, side by side, just observing it all.
"Wow," Wolf muttered, his voice carrying a hint of admiration as he took it in. "The number of members they’ve got... it’s way more than I expected. And the base? It’s massive. Flashy, too. I’m starting to wonder if that double fee you offered me is still enough."
Max shot him a side-eye glare. "Don’t even think about it. You didn’t even break a sweat out there. And you know jobs like this don’t come around every week."
Wolf chuckled. "Relax. I’m messing with you. Mostly. But seriously, this operation? It’s impressive. Between this place and that monster Dud, I’m not sure you can even call them a street gang anymore. Honestly, with this kind of infrastructure... they’re already operating like an organized group."
He paused, then added, "Maybe that’s what this whole war is really about. Not just territory, but recognition."
Max didn’t say anything right away, but he was thinking the same thing. The Rejected Corps were technically under another group, one with more power. If they started reaching that same level... if they started getting too big, then internal conflict was inevitable.
Groups that rose too quickly always threatened the balance.
Still, maybe that wasn’t his concern. Not yet.
"What do you even do with your money anyway?" Max asked, changing the subject. "You got a big payout last time. You could’ve upgraded your base, started growing your gang. But you haven’t done anything."