By early morning, the sky was already bright.
Typically around this time, the businesses at Yongle Square, with the exception of brothels and casinos that thrived at night, should all be open for business.
But due to the recent gang war, those small merchants had delayed their business hours by at least an hour.
One however, a street food stand owner selling breakfast, eager to earn a few extra bucks, had set up his stall early.
No sooner had he tossed a batch of newly stretched doughnuts into the fryer, when he saw a few members of the Flying Eagle Gang, dressed in black warrior robes, approaching him.
The stall owner stood frozen as if petrified, cursally himself for his greed to make that extra money by opening his stall so early.
"Boss, if you don't flip those doughnuts now, they're going to burn."
