Gradually, Graveft and his group began to fall behind.
The opposing side not only had rcenaries, but the Martin family's people weren't weak either.
At the start, it was evenly matched, but as ti went on, they inevitably lost the advantage in numbers.
An 2 silently glanced at the comnting Dark 3, "You still have the mood to critique? If you ss up Sister Ran's business... still want to copy the Xinhua dictionary?"
The fear instilled by the Xinhua dictionary instantly made Dark 3 shiver.
His spirit also returned.
He no longer dared to watch the fun and gestured to those behind him, "Move."
He really didn't want to copy the Xinhua dictionary anymore.
The Martin family's people were entangled with Graveft's group, and suddenly there was a disturbance in the darkness.
"Who is it?!" Ryan's expression changed before he could make out the situation.
"Bang—"
He was thrown hard towards the car hood.
Another "bang" sounded as he rolled off the hood.
Ryan spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and couldn't get up.
The rcenaries and other Martin family mbers froze for a mont, then drew their weapons.
However, before they could pull the trigger, a piercing pain shot through their arms, and their weapons fell to the ground.
Aside from Graveft and his group, everyone who had been standing was now on the ground.
"..."
"..."
315 Avenue fell into a strange silence.
Neither side's rcenaries could react.
"Boss, boss..." After a long pause, the underling behind Graveft spoke in a muffled voice, "Could RSIS really be a bandit den?"
The underling was a bit dumbfounded.
Decisive and ruthless in their actions, even though they had experienced it once before.
Yet seeing it again still sent a chill through them.
Is this the kind of power even the authorities dare not provoke?
So strong it fills people with fear.
Graveft didn't speak; he was also a bit stunned.
Everyone remained silent as RSIS's people jumped onto the dium truck and brought a box to An 2 and Dark 3.
Dark 3 opened the box, and its contents ca into view.
"Yo, it really is sothing worth a lot of money."
An 2 also glanced at it but said nothing.
At this ti, Ryan and the rcenaries on the ground ca to their senses.
"You have a lot of nerve! Do you know whose goods these are that you dare to steal?!" Ryan seed to regain his confidence, and even his voice stabilized, "This is the Martin family convoy. If you know what's good for you, you'd better let us go!"
"Martin family?" Dark 3 chuckled softly, "Don't you know that we're robbing the Martin family?"
Graveft had just said this, and compared to his powerful ferocity, Dark 3's voice was lazy, yet this casual tone sent a chill to the heart.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Dark 3 stepped out from the darkness, squatted down in front of Ryan, who struggled to look up, and in the light of the car's headlights, upon seeing the blood rose face before him, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"You... RSIS!!"
How could this be?!
315 Avenue has always been an important place for smuggling transportation and transactions, gathering countless forces here.
315 Town is a trading center established by these forces.
Apart from so forces that can't be ntioned on the surface, the strongest is Las Vegas to the north of 315 Avenue, though it's a bit far from 315.
Then there is the underground auction house to the south, the slums to the east, and RSIS to the west.
Originally, these forces didn't interfere with each other, nor were they controlled by various sides.
But RSIS and Earl Claire don't get along.
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