Inside the 2nd story of the uncompleted 2-story building.
In here was where all the gangsters of the Smokers gang gathered, numbering more than 50 people.
All of them stood, most hiding at the edges of the windows and spying down at the police vans patrolling the slums with tense looks on their faces.
Only one of them sat on a chair, a stool even.
It was a middle-aged man with a goatee, who tinted both his hair and his goatee white. He had an eerie sharp look of a killer in his eyes.
At this moment, one of his subordinates rushed from the edge of the window towards him with a grim look on his face. "Boss, they're here".
This middle-aged gangster remained calm. "How many of them?" He asked calmly as he finally stood up from his stool.
"2…2 police vans". His subordinate stammered.
"Ok". He nodded calmly. "Crane, Quake, go welcome our guests".
