Whilst the two lovebirds were engaged in a battle of dominance, a quiet storm was currently brewing on the opposite side of the city.
Smokes puffed out of Zion's mouth, curling into the air before dissipating beyond the twinkling lights of tall buildings outside the window. He listened quietly to the person on the other end of the call before ordering, "Lay low for a while. Now that the news of my disappearance has spread in the underworld, everyone's eyes will be focused on you, my right hand man. Consider my status unknown from now on."
"But Boss…" Hector, the Deputy Leader of Cobalt Fang Clan with nickname 'Mad Dog', said tentatively. "Are you safe? What are you planning to do now?"
Zion flicked the tip of the cigarette to the ashtray, puffing out another ring of smokes from his lips. He didn't answer Hector's questions but asked instead, "Now that I am not there, you should know what to do, right? We have been ambushed in our own territory."
