Having learned that the conflict in the Middle East had escalated and the active crime groups there were about to officially clash with the Martial Artists, Zhang Beixing knew the time had come. He immediately rode the Kylin to the Shishi military district, boarded a plane, and headed for the Middle Eastern battlefield. He was determined to personally lead his team and settle the score with these people.
Meanwhile, in the Middle East, as time passed, the situation grew increasingly dire.
「In a temporarily constructed Martial Artist stronghold.」
"What do we do? Those criminals have shown their true colors and they're dead set on us. If we go out now, forget about rescuing anyone—we'd be lucky to make it back in one piece ourselves! What on earth should we do?"
