Jackson Quelch's subordinates pulled out their sharp kukri in a flash.
They only used two types of weapons, baton in fights and kukri to kill.
Nathan Cross, Colin Dunne, and Thomas Dunn had been reminiscing the good old days when they suddenly heard strange noises from afar.
Nathan Cross opened his eyes and looked into the dark.
The darkness outside made it difficult to see clearly, but he could just make out the silhouettes of people charging towards them.
Nathan Cross's face darkened. "Those ignorant morons!"
Thomas Dunn got up slowly and glared in the direction of the crowd.
Colin Dunne grasped his wine glass tightly with his eyes half-opened. There was no sign of intoxication in his eyes but killer instinct.
The Elite Eight and two thousand men from Dragonfury Special Force stood firm behind Nathan Cross where each one of them held on tight to the firearms in their hands.
Jackson Quelch and his three hundred men charged towards them menacingly.
"Don't let Nathan Cross or Thomas Dunn get away! They are wanted dead or alive!” Jackson Quelch snarled.
"Go!"
His three hundred men rushed to the riverbank like a pack of hungry wolves, all armed with kukri.
However, they skidded to a halt just seconds later.
The army of people surrounding Nathan Cross came into view only after they got within fighting range.
Jackson Quelch and his men were scared out of their wits. What the h**l happened?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Several lights flickered on, and the riverbank was suddenly as bright as day.
Only then did Jackson Quelch and his men realize that they were surrounded by military vehicles.
The lights that flooded the area were the headlights of those vehicles.
They began to cower in fear when they realized that Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn had the company of Colin Dunne and two thousand soldiers.
Those soldiers were the Dragonfury fighters they saw earlier that night!
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