At 10 p.m., more than ten modified convertibles belonging to the Blood Scars Gang drove into Respite Street. 0

At this point in time, there were no pedestrians on the spacious road. The streetlights were still on, but the convertibles made no effort to hide their presence. The passengers were shouting loudly and even firing into the sky with an air of arrogance. 0

“It’s that place, Boss.”0

The well-built man pointed at a lit martial arts training center beside the river. It occupied quite a large area, and it was surrounded by a cement compound wall with an iron gate. 0

Zhuo Bao cast the place a glance before motioning for the convertible to stop. The driver immediately did so, and the convertibles behind them came to a stop as well. The gang members eagerly grabbed their best friends and jumped out. Around fifty people started closing in on the martial arts training center. 0

There were only a few patrolmen guarding the martial arts training center that night. In total, there were just five. When they saw the Blood Scars Gang members, they became nervous and retreated behind the compound wall, where they brought up their crossbows...0