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The guard was a grandmaster. To scare a grandmaster like this meant that the Black Tiger Hall had arrived.

Panting, Old Holt ran over and said, “They’ve come. They’re all here!”

There were nearly a hundred cars outside. For most of his life, the man had only ever seen a scene like this during his son’s participation

in the city-wide security inspection operation.

Nash sighed helplessly. “In that case, let’s wait for Finn and the

others to arrive.”

After saying this, he turned to Sydney and said, “Notify the other factory heads that they should stay away.”

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Sydney took out her phone and tagged all members in the chat group.

Xeno went to the window, opened the curtain, and snuck a peak, on to see that a large truck had crashed through the electronic gate. Following that were dozens of vans and cars. Among them, the brand new Bentley was particularly eye-catching.

Witnessing such a large commotion outside, the workers panicked and ran into their respective factories. The heads of each factory had

also shut their doors and windows tightly.

People barreled out of the vehicles, and a black umbrella was held over Black Tiger’s head the moment he got out.

“So the Black Tiger Hall intends to confront us head-on, huh?” Sydney

amused expression on her face. She then took but her phone to call her grandfather. Queenie also retrieved her phone while Xeno was

the third floor window of the seventh factory building.

over there.”

our people there directly, or should we talk to them. first?”

suggestively. “Mr. Black, do you think there’s still a

for talking now?”

situation was at a point of no return. There would be no possibility for

the factories.

through Black Tiger’s eyes. “Brothers, get

going to save our brother!”

occupants of the first few heard Black Tiger’s command, they grabbed their weapons

Black Tiger, but when they saw those in front

began to move.

a large group of people, Black Tiger marched toward the seventh

third-floor window of the seventh

the

asked, “Should we go

before force,” Nash replied

turned to Sydney and said,

this industrial zone. Go

the crowd and turned a little pale. “I…” She looked at the grandmaster

smiled faintly. “No matter how numerous the ants are, they can’t kill an elephant. I alone am