Chapter 1176
Mr. Atticus's eyelid twitched as he glanced towards the noise. Suddenly, the walls around them slid apart, and a swarm of menacing guys, armed to the teeth, rushed out! They quickly formed a tight circle, trapping Mr. Atticus and his crew right in the middle! Mr. Atticus's face turned pale. Was this wall really a hidden door?! Old P saw the newcomers and couldn't hide his glee. Their backup had finally arrived!
"Jules, what took you so damn long!" Old P shouted.
Jules, cradling his rifle and standing with his hands on his hips, looked every bit the big boss. He flashed a smug grin at Mr. Atticus, "Now, let's see who's left standing."
Mr. Atticus's expression turned seriously grim. He hadn't expected Club 257 to bring in reinforcements. But he quickly pulled himself together, his face turning back to a mask of disdain. The men Jules brought, while not a small number, were still no match for his forces- not by a long shot. The medical organization had gone all out, bringing in eighty percent of their manpower. Jules might as well have been marching to his doom!
Mr. Atticus sneered, "You really think this small crowd you brought can take us down?"
Just then, laughter rang out. "Oh, you think we're short on numbers? How about now?"
The walls that had shut behind them opened once more. Louie, rifle in hand, stepped forward, trailed by nearly a hundred more men. "Hey buddy, glad you made it," Jules said, his smile growing wider.
"Had to come," Louie replied with a cold chuckle. "Wanted to see who's foolish enough to sign up for a death wish."
Sweat dotted Mr. Atticus's
forehead-now he was genuinely rattled. The once arrogant members of the medical organization couldn't muster a smile anymore. The forces Louie and Jules brought were nearly head-to-head with theirs. If a brawl broke out, they couldn't guarantee a clean getaway.
Mr. Atticus gritted his teeth, realizing they'd really underestimated Club 257. To gather such a force so quickly was no small feat. But no worries! They could still hold their ground! As long as President S and Crimson didn't show up, these folks were still beatable!
"Mr. Atticus!" Suddenly, a terrified shout came from his side, pointing upward: "Look!"
Mr. Atticus jerked his head up to see dozens of helicopters zooming in! Closer and closer!
"The Vice President is back!" Club 257 folks burst into ecstatic cheers! The Vice President had returned! Medical organization folks couldn't swagger anymore!
Mr. Atticus couldn't even fake a smile now. Wasn't Crimson supposed to be at Lone Island? How did he get back so fast! With their return, plus the troops Jules and Louie brought, they were... backed into a corner with no way out!
"Mr. Atticus, look at the emblem on the helicopter!" a panicked voice shouted again!
What's up with the emblem! In his turmoil, Mr. Atticus looked up, and as the helicopters drew closer, the emblems on their sides came into focus. Besides Club 257's emblem, there was another one-the emblem of Empire Base! Mr. Atticus's face went white as a sheet. In a panic, he barked, "Retreat! Retreat now!"
The medical organization was
known for its healing prowess, a haven for medics, while Club 257 was famed for its diverse talents. But Empire Base was feared for its overwhelming military might, sweeping across Asia with its
power! Everyone knew Emsel net
Base
was a formidable all-male army, with five major divisions, including an Enforcement Division specializing in martial training! Who in their right mind would dare to pick a fight with Empire Base?