Chapter 17

Alan and his subordinates were shell-shocked, to say the least. It was no wonder that this many people thronged the junkyard. Their identities were extremely prestigious. No wonder everything would change as long as Atlas put on the sacred coat. He was too powerful and invincible for anyone to handle. Even the combination of Alan's subordinates, the members of Abyssal Gates, as well as the allies who entered Newtropolis, wasn't strong enough to attract Atlas' attention. Alan had dominated the underworld for more than 20 years. For the first time ever, he had a taste of true fear. He got down on his knees properly, knowing that the Dawsons were doomed. Alan exclaimed loudly in a shuddering voice, "M-Mr. Blackwell, I didn't know it was you! I'm sorry! Mr. Blackwell, my son was the one causing all this trouble! This has nothing to do with us!" Everyone else, including Farion, was clamoring just now. They kneeled down on the ground immediately. Their presence was too minuscule comp