CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 320: BURNING STAGE

The wind on the summer night started to blow, accompanied by the sound of cars following closely.

Trevor and Hard-headed Mo Lun, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly perked up.

"They’re here."

Finally, they’re here.

They both had true names and physiques that differed from ordinary people, so even from a distance, they could perceive the situation far away.

What they sensed were several cars racing toward them.

Among them, several seemed to be large cargo trucks.

That must be it.

"Prepare."

Hard-headed Mo Lun was the most excited, or rather, the most impatient.

He directly pulled out a modified firearm, ready for battle.

His true name wasn’t something special, it was Destruction God.

Although he was originally from the old continent, as someone who had been mingling in the mud for years, Destruction God clearly suited his true name the best.

Trevor was also listening to the noises from afar, then he frowned slightly.

"Something seems off..."

"What’s off?"

"Why are there so many cars?"

"Really?"

Indeed, yes.

Mo Lun could also hear the subsequent noises, but he couldn’t bother with that now.

As long as the cargo trucks were there, it was right, he had to score this hit.

"I just feel that..."

"Here they come, go!"

Mo Lun couldn’t wait for Trevor to speak and charged toward the direction of the incoming cars.

He had already seen the oncoming cars, moving fast, like they were trying to rush through.

They had apparently guessed there might be an ambush on the road.

But it was useless.

On this section of the road, they had set up barricades throughout; the tires of those cars would all get punctured.

Sure enough.

The first cargo truck to enter Mo Lun’s field of vision had already had its tires punctured.

The subsequent cargo trucks were the same.

Mo Lun was the first to open fire, as did the people behind him.

But he didn’t forget to instruct, "Make sure you see clearly, don’t shatter too many bottles of alcohol!"

Leaving people behind was important, and so was this batch of goods.

The old man not only wanted him to kill people but also to bring back at least half of the goods.

Given that income from former allies had plummeted due to the Martinos’ blockade, this batch could finally recoup some losses.

But soon, Mo Lun noticed something unusual.

Too smooth.

It was too smooth.

In his impression, or rather, in his imagination, this was supposed to be an absolute fierce battle.

But the response from the other side was weak, way too weak.

With the tires punctured and the vehicles forcibly stopped, the bullets simply shot in.

It was nothing like Daley had previously said, where bullets were useless against these people.

He finally realized what Trevor meant.

Something was wrong, something strange was going on.

He was about to have his subordinates cease fire and go check it out.

Just at this moment, came an extremely sharp buzzing sound.

Upon hearing this buzzing sound, Mo Lun felt his heart skip a beat.

Then, one of the cargo trucks abruptly exploded with a ’boom’.

"Damn it!"

Johnny, who had been pursuing relentlessly, was furious upon witnessing this scene.

Who on earth had come to ruin his plans?

And clearly, they were well-prepared.

Barricades, bombs.

This was meant to kill and silence.

Many names flashed through his mind at that moment, but none seemed right.

But there was no time for careful thought now; he had to respond.

"Everyone get out of the cars. Deal with these people first, but be careful not to let the target escape."

Johnny was internally panicked.

He feared that an important figure might be on the truck that had just exploded.

Whether it was West or Johnny Blackbird, both were troublesome.

They couldn’t die...

They absolutely couldn’t die.

Johnny’s men, being the elite of the Kingdom Defense Bureau, made a noticeable difference the moment they joined the battle.

Their equipment alone greatly surpassed Mo Lun’s side.

Mo Lun’s side still held quite a few crude firearms, and even the better ones were picked up from the last siege on the Martinos.

In terms of firepower alone, they were suppressed.

Moreover, their true name abilities were vastly different.

Johnny’s side was, at the very least, people at the second level of enforcers with true names, while Mo Lun’s side had ordinary people without true names.

It was completely one-sided.

Mo Lun was instantly overwhelmed; he initially thought the opponents had weakened, only to be suddenly overpowered by sheer firepower and strength.

"Trevor, help me!"

He turned around for a glimpse, and Trevor was just watching the scene.

Well, not exactly just watching, Trevor was full of suspicion, yet not stepping in.

"Trevor, make it clear whether this night’s matter is just my business or ours."

Mo Lun was practically gritting his teeth.

He had long heard that Trevor was a shrewd and cunning guy, the quickest to rush for gains, and the fastest to flee when sensing trouble.

However, Trevor probably realized his situation, and finally stepped in.

With Trevor’s men joining, the fight instantly became evenly matched.

And outside the battlefield, at a great distance.

Two pairs of eyes were watching this scene.

"Scared me to death, Anya, I was almost done for there..."

Crenzo looked terrified, but it was more of a mock fright; he often appeared more capable than his age, arrogant in front of most people.

But in front of Anya, he seemed like a child.

Perhaps because back in his toughest time, it was Anya who brought him to the warm orphanage and gave him food.

Anya was right beside him, having just shot and blown up the truck.

Then, the stage naturally fell to those on it.

She calmly packed away her firearm, "You won’t die, I had it calculated."

"Anya, when can I learn to use this gun?"

"Hard to say, you’ll have to ask the master."

"I’m not asking him..."

Crenzo pouted, then turned back to watch the stage burning in flames.

Such drama could only be crafted by that man.

The flames in the West District naturally didn’t reach the East District.

The night in the East District remained lively and heated.

Shark Jensen was already slightly tipsy; he glanced at the clock on the wall, calculating the time.

Theoretically, the battle in the West District should have started by now?

Which means his side should be wrapping up too.

However, being a cautious man, he decided to wait until he had confirmation that the battle in the West District had concluded before fully withdrawing all defenses.

"One more drink, I can still have one more."

Squinting, he took a look at the lights outside the window and decided to have another glass.

At that moment, someone pushed open the tavern door.

In walked a man in the robe of the Sea God Church, who immediately fixed his gaze on Shark Jensen.

It made him very uncomfortable.