With the death of Black Mamba, the clean-up work after the battle was also over.
As agreed, Zhang Heng appointed Soap as the new boss to take over the force left by Iron Handcuff. After that, he asked Marcus to coordinate with Soap.
Both of them knew that Zhang Heng's intention was to make Marcus the actual manager of the gang. However, because Marcus was part of the patrol team, he was not suitable to be the boss of any force. So, Zhang Heng pushed Soap to the front, and to a certain extent, he could ensure Marcus's safety.
Neither of them had any objection to this.
From a petty thief at the bottom of the hierarchy, Soap had become the boss of a gang. Now that he was no longer a thief, he had achieved a leap in social class. Marcus, on the other hand, did not care about the power in his hands. He wanted to get Zhang Heng's favor. He seemed to have made up his mind to bet everything on Zhang Heng. He even said that if necessary, he could quit the patrol team and take charge of the gang.
However, Zhang Heng did not agree to his request, at least not now.
After he finished dealing with the matters at hand, Zhang Heng looked up, and Dadatis was no longer upstairs.
Zhang Heng retracted his gaze, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention. He then said, "I am very grateful to everyone for helping me tonight. You have defeated more enemies than you, and I saw that many of you fought bravely. I am proud of you. To express my gratitude, I would like to treat everyone to a drink. I wonder if anyone is interested?"
"Now?" Aris was a little surprised when he heard this. "Although we won, many of us are still injured …"
However, before he could finish, he heard someone say, "These injuries are nothing. How can there be no wine after such a hearty battle!?" Don't blame us for drinking until you are broke. "
His words immediately aroused the approval of many people. After the battle, the patrol team's confidence soared. It was as if they had been reborn. Their previous depression had been swept away, and everyone's face was filled with confidence and pride. Not only were they not exhausted, but they also had extra energy that they had nowhere to vent. Zhang Heng's proposal to drink was also to let them use up all their unfinished energy.
Aris did not say that they still had to patrol the next day. He did not want to dampen everyone's spirits. However, when Aris looked around at his team members, he suddenly realized that they had become a little unfamiliar to him.
In particular, Marcus and the others looked at Heng with eyes full of worship.
After all, as long as one was not a fool, they could see that although the patrol team performed well tonight, the key to their victory was Zhang Heng killing Iron Handcuff and Broken Finger. At the same time, Black Mamba and the others were scared out of their wits. Moreover, Zhang Heng had predicted almost every step that Iron Handcuff and the others would take and formulated corresponding countermeasures. Coupled with his outstanding performance in the tavern, he soon gained his first group of loyal followers.
Aris knew that although Marcus and his people still respected him, if his orders conflicted with Zhang Heng's, Marcus and his people would definitely choose to obey Zhang Heng's orders.
If they were like that, what about the others? Aris might still be willing to listen to him now, but he was sure that as long as things continued to develop like this, it would not take long for him to be the captain.
Despite knowing this, Aris remained silent because he had neither the ability nor the intention to stop all of this from happening. When he was the captain, the patrol team's predicament was obvious to all. Although external factors played a part, he, as the captain, could not escape the blame.
Now that a more capable leader had appeared, he was willing to step down. It was just that Aris did not know where this easterner in front of him would eventually lead the patrol team, and what their future would be like.
But in any case, change had begun tonight.
Aris saw that after Zhang Heng promised to let the patrol team drink to their heart's content tonight, he pulled Soap, who had just become the new captain, aside and whispered something into his ear. Soap's face showed a touch of surprise, but he nodded again and again.
Soap did not expect Zhang Heng to have no intention of stopping after taking down Iron Handcuff's forces. He immediately gave Zhang Heng his next target, giving Soap only two days to reorganize his men. Soap, who had not even warmed up his chair, suddenly felt a great deal of pressure.
Only then did he realize that it was not easy to be a puppet. In the future, he would have to face a lot of swords and blades. He did not know how long he could live. Soap thought of Black Mamba, who had fallen slowly in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face. He felt a sense of sympathy for the death of a rabbit.
Was this his destiny in the future? Since he had entered this line of work, he had to bear the dangers that came with it. Only by constantly climbing up the ladder and never stopping could he gain a sense of security.
After realizing this, Soap felt that he had changed. No, to be more precise, after he dodged Black Mamba's knife, some of his thoughts had silently changed.
For example, he was very close to Skinny Monkey and the others. Although they were not related by blood, they were like brothers. In order to save Skinny Monkey's sister, they even disobeyed Iron Handcuff's order and pocketed the money they stole.
But now, when Soap looked at Skinny Monkey again, he wondered if one day he would end up like Black Mamba, and Skinny Monkey was next to him. Would Skinny Monkey stab Black Mamba?
Soap thought that Skinny Monkey would not do it just for money, but what if the chips on the scale increased? Soap shuddered and found that he did not want to think about it anymore.
On the other side, Skinny Monkey was still happy that the serfs had turned over and started singing. When he saw Soap looking at him, he smiled and greeted him as his boss. After that, he winked at Soap, "Boss, what are we going to do next?"
"Maka and his men run a meat business on the two streets nearby. Our next goal is to take them down." Soap tried to recall the way Iron Handcuff walked and talked, and he subconsciously imitated him. In fact, he wanted to imitate Zhang Heng more, but Zhang Heng's aura was too unique. Soap felt that it was better to imitate Iron Handcuff.
"Maka, his men are very powerful, and they are more powerful than us," Skinny Monkey was startled when he heard Soap's words, and he was a little worried.
"It doesn't matter if they are powerful. We can start from other aspects, and we will find a way," Soap said. After that, as if to cheer himself up, he repeated it again in a firm tone, "We will definitely find a way."
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Iron Handcuff and his gang of thieves were just an inconspicuous small force in the neighborhood, so the change of dynasty did not attract too much attention. Anyway, after Soap took over, he did not lose any of his money. Hence, the others did not care who was the boss. On the other hand, many residents noticed the changes in the patrol team.
It was mainly because of the change in their mentality. They were no longer listless and fearful when patrolling. Instead, they all held their heads high and even changed into new weapons and armor. They finally looked a little like a patrol team.
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