"If you insist, I can let you go have a few rounds with Hei Jinbao first."
Crow Commander promptly took half a step back, striking a conciliatory pose.
There was no helping it. In this chaotic battle, Crow's forces had actually suffered the heaviest losses.
After all, compared to them, replenishing their ranks was a breeze for the other major factions.
Chikan Bay was short on everything except street punks who wanted to join a gang.
But Crow had exceptionally high standards for its members. Only Innate Martial Artists were eligible to join.
As a result, recruiting replacements took a long time, and they had to get lucky, too.
Before the battle began, Crow had a total of thirteen members, including Crow Commander.
After one night, barely half of them remained. It would probably take a year or more for them to recover.
With that in mind, Crow Commander couldn't help wanting to retreat. He had also lost interest in continuing to fight Noah Zorro.
"Hmph. Trying to run?"
Noah Zorro wasn't about to let him. He immediately turned his gaze away from Hei Jinbao and focused all his attention on Crow Commander again. "It won't be that easy."
Just then, a cadre wearing the Noah Party's signature newsboy cap suddenly rushed over.
He reported urgently, "Boss, we've lost contact with Brother Xilang!"
With Crow Commander right there, Noah Zorro didn't show too much concern. He feigned composure and asked, "What was the last message Xilang sent back?"
"He seemed to say that another faction had joined the fight."
Noah Zorro furrowed his brow. "The Nanxing Association, the Jin Family Gang, Crow, and the Arid Tiger Hall are already here. Which other faction in Chikan Bay would dare jump in now?"
Xilang, whom they were discussing, was a cadre of