"Welcome to the Yale warlords..."
Yale Hei walked up and put his arm around the bald-headed man's shoulder, giving him a few hearty pats. The bald man pretended to be a homeless person taken in, moved to tears.
"Black General," the bald man called out with a slight tremble in his voice.
"No need for words, we're all brothers here. Although you're not a native of Karachi, you've lived here for decades. Let's work together for this beautiful city of Karachi! The Eight Banner Sect, one day, we'll drive them back to the Golden Triangle." Yale Hei also put on the airs of recognizing a hero and talent.
Every word they said was laden with interest, though this interest was intangible, not monetary.
Yale Hei needed the bald man because he had connections to obtain weapons. He was also Karachi's biggest arms dealer. Though he currently lacked Eastern territories, this didn't hinder his secret channels from acquiring weapons.
