Zheng Jin and Wang Long set out before dawn, bringing all their people except those needed to guard their bases.
The earlier they arrived, the less of the crystal Chen Luo would have absorbed.
Their opponent this time was extremely powerful, with over two thousand members and a recruitment threshold of level four. Neither man could afford to take this lightly.
By the time they arrived, daylight had broken.
Wang Long surveyed the base in amazement. "I've heard of Chen Luo too. They say his base is very powerful. If it weren't for that level-eight crystal, I wouldn't want to make an enemy of him either."
Zheng Jin snorted. "Powerful, sure, but he has no sense of decency. I knew I was weaker than him, so I swallowed my pride and begged him. I only asked for a third of the crystal, and he still refused."
"What else could I do? Fight him, then. It's too late for him to back down now. Once Iron Leg gets involved, blood has to be spilled."
Greed gleamed in Wang Long's eyes. "How about we take this base for ourselves? This is a great location. He just got here first."
Zheng Jin slowly nodded. "Yes. His people are pretty good too. We'll kill his core members and absorb the rest."
Zheng Jin sneered. "He wants to copy Old Du and set up a Peace Hotel? Does he have what it takes?"
Iron Leg would spearhead the assault while their people backed him up. Once they broke Chen Luo's morale, victory would follow naturally. Neither man believed anyone would be willing to fight to the death.
If Chen Luo only discovered Zheng Jin and Wang Long's approaching forces when they reached his doorstep, he might as well find a block of tofu and bash