Chapter 1329

However, the residents' joy didn't last long. That afternoon, a group of rough-looking men took over the demolition office. They replaced the old sign with a new one that read "Silverline Development Group". These men were a far cry from the suit-and-tie staff that came before. They were muscle-bound and scarred, their bare chests on full display. Their skin was covered in tattoos—snarling wolves, barbed wire, and flaming skulls. They looked absolutely menacing. Not long after, as dusk settled and residents made their way home, the gang began to gather. Switchblades were tucked into their belts, and thick iron rods swung loosely in their hands. They strutted through the neighborhood like bullies, their presence calculated to instill fear. With barely restrained hostility in their eyes, they hurled insults at the men. At the women, they leered and whistled, laughing crudely as they shouted obscene remarks. Their heavy steps and thuggish swagger made it feel less like a patrol and mo