Julian Weber had never taken Max and his group seriously, even though Max had changed somewhat from before. The memories of how they had been taught a lesson by Weber's people were still vivid in their minds.
So Julian Weber only brought five people with him, making it six guns in total, including Weber's own.
"This is the place!"
The location was a two-story apartment that looked somewhat dilapidated, but in the context of the surrounding filthy environment, this two-story apartment seemed quite luxurious.
This two-story apartment was now Max and the others' headquarters.
"Let's go in!"
Julian Weber, holding a revolver, said calmly.
One person, holding a pistol and with a fierce expression, kicked open the door of the two-story apartment. The moment the door was kicked open, his ferocious look disappeared, replaced by one of panic.
As the door opened, four people inside were holding pistols, aimed right at the doorway.
Clang, clang, clang.
