Shen Prefecture.
"People from Chun Prefecture are here! Quick, grab your weapons!"
"Fuck, I've been itching to take them on!"
"We're just going to let them throw their weight around on our turf?"
"If the Ma Family feeds you, follow me!"
Sirens wailed one after another over the streets.
Little White Tiger could rally tens of thousands with a call in Chun Prefecture, and the Ma Family could do the same in Shen Prefecture.
The moment the signal flare went up, the whole city stirred.
The cops, the City Defense Force, the Ground-Level Forces, and all the small and medium-sized factions mobilized.
In an instant, the streets filled with armed thugs.
Holding Ding Ya's hand, Thirteen fought his way out of the Ma Family estate. They had barely run a few kilometers before they ran straight into a force of several thousand.
The crowd blocked almost the entire street, stretching out of sight.
"Wh-what do we do?"
Ding Ya had never seen anything like this. Her little face went deathly pale.
"Scared now?" Thirteen teased, pretending to be relaxed. "Where's that spirit you had when you bit me?"
"You..."
"Stand behind me." Thirteen calmly shielded her behind him and gave the crowd ahead a disdainful smile.
Clang!
The Guan Dao struck the ground.
With a composed expression, he tied up his high ponytail.
"Why don't you... run?"
One against several thousand.
Even a high-tier combatant like Thirteen would struggle to kill them all, much less with Ding Ya weighing him down.
The force ahead included not only thugs, but high-tier combatants from various small and medium-sized factions.
"Run? What happens to you if I run? Hardly anyone in the Ma Family has a shred of humanity. If they fucking grab you and sell you again, where am I supposed to