One wave of attackers fell, only for the next to surge forward.
Soon, Thomas Shannon's men were at a disadvantage.
Their bullet magazines were empty, and the cars were too damaged to start.
The attackers began to get out of their vehicles, surrounding Thomas Shannon's fleet.
SCREECH—
The tires ground harshly against the pavement, emitting the sharp sound of sudden braking.
Lucifer, sitting in his car, waved his hand. "Go!"
"Yes, Master!"
His guards opened their car doors, disembarked, and immediately launched an attack.
Gunshots erupted everywhere. The scene was bloody.
Thomas Shannon's eyes narrowed. Lucifer?
George Field had sent a considerable number of men. Continuing to resist would do them more harm than good.
The wisest choice was to leave as soon as possible.
A guard came to his car door, opened it, and said, "The Master is waiting for you in his car. Get in quickly."
