Ah, that city? Let me explain that first. It wasn't always the way it is now.

It used to be one of the most well-planned cities in the country. The buildings were well-constructed, the roads were straight, and it was a thriving city clearly divided into commercial and residential districts.

But the problem was that the war broke out here first.

This city was where the first front line was formed, and it was literally wiped clean. More than half the buildings were destroyed, the people all fled, and only a handful of places remained intact.

But war is a funny thing. As the front line kept moving, the center of the conflict shifted elsewhere. So, this city was awkwardly abandoned.

The government said they would restore it at first, but as the war dragged on, it fell down the priority list, and eventually, they stopped caring altogether.

After a few years like that, it became a complete ruin.

Then one day, someone bought up that land for dirt cheap.

And they started putting up buildings one by one again.

At first, everyone said they were crazy. Who would want to live in a ruin that used to be a battlefield?

But surprisingly, people started to gather.

People with no money, people kicked out of other cities, people who couldn't get proper jobs because of their status, and... ex-convicts.

Especially ex-convicts came in droves.

Once you have a label on you, it's the same wherever you go. You fail interviews, it's hard to find a house, and other people openly avoid you.

When those people came here, at least no one said, 'You're a criminal, so get out.'

Of course, that didn't mean this place was easy.

Illegal gambling dens popped up on one side of the city, entertainment districts opened at night, smugglers roamed around, and there were even auctions where people were bought and sold.

Since it was a city the government had given up on, it essentially started running itself.

A lot of organizations were formed, too.

Each took over their own territory, extorting money, smuggling, trading... well, it became that kind of place.

But that's when Богатство каждого appeared.

It means something like 'Everyone's Wealth,' but when it first started, no one paid it any mind.

Because the boss was so young.

On top of that, she was a woman and small in stature.

So the existing organizations just thought some brat was playing at being a gangster.

But that wasn't the case.

It started with one small pub, but as they made money, they built illegal casinos, gathered people, and started manufacturing and selling weapons themselves.

However, the truly terrifying thing was something else.

It was their intelligence.

These guys knew the circumstances of other organizations to an uncanny degree.

Which organization was dealing with whom, who was planning to betray whom, which warehouse the goods had arrived in—that was basic...

They even knew which woman another organization's boss met with at night.

At that point, it wasn't just hearing rumors.

It was as if they moved with eyes and ears planted throughout the entire city.

So, while other organizations laughed at first, at some point, they started shutting their mouths the moment their name was mentioned.

'How much does that organization know about us?'

The moment they started thinking that, the game was already over.

Богатство каждого kept growing by making money from casinos, pubs, and weapons, while keeping other organizations in check with information.

And before anyone realized...

They had become the largest organization in the city.

What's even funnier is that the small female boss, whom no one was afraid of at first, has now become one of the hardest people to touch in this city.

So, if someone in this city says, 'Isn't Богатство каждого just a group of a few kids gathered together?'

That person is probably someone who hasn't lived in this city for long, or someone whose name hasn't ended up on that organization's information network yet.

Those who have lived here a long time know.

The truly scary person in this city isn't the one with the most guns.

The scariest person is the one who already knows what you're hiding.