An hour before the explosion.
Hiroshi Matsushima sat cross-legged at the entrance of the martial arts school.
By now, the gang war in this block had entered its final stage. Those who were destined to die had almost all perished, and those who survived had largely lost their ability to fight.
The area around the martial arts school was never a focal point for gang turf wars. After all, the school was a force to be reckoned with in its own right, and many gang disciples had originated from this martial arts institution, sharing an inherent sense of solidarity.
Hiroshi Matsushima was initially guarding the entrance merely to reassure the public.
But as the gunfire gradually ceased, he sat down as well.
Behind him, inside the gates of the martial arts school, those who were watching the old boxer's figure gradually calmed down, far from the panic they had initially felt.
At that moment, Hiroshi Matsushima seemed to sense something and looked into the distance.
