The entrance.
A burly man with a hulking frame and a full beard swaggered in, swinging his arms.
Just that look alone.
Could probably make a child cry at first sight.
Behind him, two rows of people followed.
Ten in a row, a total of about twenty people.
Each of these twenty people held something long, wrapped in newspapers, Dirk Carter could tell at a glance, they were probably machetes inside.
"Brother Yong's here."
Someone whispered quietly.
As expected, just as Dirk Carter had anticipated.
The brawny man at the forefront was none other than the infamous top boss of Kenton County, Declan Newhart.
As soon as Declan Newhart entered,
He saw the mess in the hall.
He also saw the lackeys rolling around on the ground.
The guy who was first hit with the ashtray staggered to his feet, ran to Declan Newhart's side, and whispered something, pointing at Dirk Carter.
Declan Newhart's veins bulged instantly.
