Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 203

Henry reported the situation to James.

James’ face darkened. “How are the preparations going for the Blithe King?”

Henry replied, “I’ve inquired about it. He told me he had assembled the forces. A hundred combat aircraft, three hundred tanks, five hundred armored vehicles, and a thousand convoys have assembled in the military region. They’re simply waiting for your command. However, the Blithe King said this would be the last time he’s helping you out. He also said he doesn’t want to create a commotion.”

James said coldly, “I’ll spare those unrelated to the case. However, there’ll be no mercy for the ones involved.”

Henry could feel the murderous intent in James’ voice.

James walked out of the Common Clinic.

He had a change of clothes and was now wearing a large-sized trench coat. He held the mask he had earlier in his hands.

Today, he would settle the feud from ten years ago.

The men from The Great Four were gathered in the suburbs of Cansington near Flora Lakeside,

As far as the eye could see, there were waves after waves of black-vested men armed with machetes and metal rods.

These were men from the underworld.

Rowena was also present.

She was bedridden for a while, but she was now almost recovered. However, the scar on her face remained. At that moment, she did not have her usual glamor but instead wretchedness.

She glanced at the men of The Great Four who had gathered before looking at Dawson, Nine Fingers, and the various powerful men of the Underworld standing by the side of the road, armed to the teeth.

“Hector, you will doom us all.”

“Hmph.”

Hector scoffed, “Tens of thousands of us have gathered here today. Why should we be scared of the mere remnant of the Cadens? Even if they have the guts to show up, they’re practically walking into their own graves.”

Dawson said with an unconcerned look, “This was where the fire burned the Caden residence down ten years ago. It’s ten years later, and we’re at the same place. If the remnant of the Cadens dares make their appearance, it’ll be the end of them.”

Hector immediately chimed in, “As long as Dawson’s here, he wouldn’t even dare.”

The rest of The Great Four were emboldened.

Melvin from the Fraisers looked at the time. It was already nine o’clock in the morning. He spoke, “We’ll wait till noon to bury our fathers.”

Kelvin from the Wilsons nodded. “I agree. Noon is the perfect time for the burial.”