"What did you say? Obsidian Martial Arts Hall attacked us?"
"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"
When Eugene heard his subordinate's report, he froze for a moment, feeling that the subordinate reporting to him had to be joking.
He had merely killed six ordinary members of Obsidian Martial Arts Hall. How could Obsidian Martial Arts Hall possibly come straight to their doorstep?
The Two-Headed Gang was not comparable to the declining Iron Heart Gang.
They alone had more than eight thousand gang members, with over a thousand Quasi-Martial Artists. There were even three Quasi-Martial Artists who had reached Microscopic Control.
Although the entire gang had only one Martial Artist—his father, Nison Walker—he was a genuine Intermediate Martial Artist. The Two-Headed Gang ranked far higher than the Iron Heart Gang among the Red Moon Merchant Guild's affiliated forces, placing within the top three hundred. They possessed quite a few B2 Grade Battle Armors and were simply not on the same level as the Iron Heart Gang.
Obsidian Martial Arts Hall was already at war with the four major powers. How could it possibly come provoke the Two-Headed Gang as well?
"Young Master, it's true. They sent more than a hundred people, and they charged straight at our current base. The people downstairs are fighting them off right now," reported the subordinate, who was only an intermediate apprentice.
"More than a hundred people dared to come attack the Two-Headed Gang? Are you sure you didn't get it wrong? Not a thousand?" Eugene felt that the subordinate before him was playing him for a fool.
Just over a hundred people coming to the Two-Headed Gang's headquarters was no different from courting death. Even if Obsidian Martial Arts Hall wanted to make a show of force for the sake of face, it would