"Clang!"
Just as this happened, the iron gate of the unfinished building was slammed open, and over sixty members of the Jucail Commercial Association armed with steel rods and machetes charged in.
Rushing to the forefront was none other than Go Lao'er.
Seeing his big brother, He Chen, being held up in the air like a chicken by a man with a scarred face, his rage boiled over, and he bellowed, "Brothers, attack!"
"A bunch of country bumpkins!"
The members of the Storm Group on the third floor looked down at the people below with disdain.
These street thugs think they can contend with our Storm Group? They're seeking death!
At this moment, Che Renkang was the calmest. He gestured with his hand and ordered, "This place has been compromised, go down and help Scarface, we're moving out now!"
"Yes!"
Four members nodded in unison and, like Scarface before them, leapt from the third floor and landed on the first.
