Chapter 400

Ironhead followed Nolan, itching to see where Nolan's overwhelming confidence came from. Overhead, heavy clouds gathered and lightning thundered as rain began falling steadily. Meanwhile, at Eastland's northern front, over 100 of Gregory's men, armed with machetes and clubs, strutted arrogantly down the street. Huddled on the ground were 30 to 40 of Fang's men who had charged forward with enthusiasm, only to be surrounded and ambushed almost immediately. One of Gregory's men, a middle-aged man in his 40s, sat leisurely on a large couch in the middle of the street. It was clear that the couch had been carried out just for him, making the entire setup look undeniably arrogant and menacing. "You losers! I can't believe you guys actually work for that worthless scum Fang and even dared attack our turf. "Did you think we're afraid of you just because we ignored you? I'm Mad Dog, and this northern district is under my watch. Did you idiots not do your homework before attacking?