"F*ck! Why do I get the feeling these guys are tough? Should we run?"

A young man next to Albert was a little pale.

Thugs were fine with bullying honest people.

When facing someone tough, they would begin cowering right away.

"What are you afraid of?

"Though they have more people than us, we have weapons."

A middle-aged man wearing a gold chain had a calm look in his eyes.

Albert brought hundreds of men, and some of them were tough.

The strong men with shaved heads were members of the underworld.

It was not as if they had never seen anything like this before.

"Yes! Knock them down!"

Albert was eager to try.

"Go! Charge!"

"Kill them!"

The two sides yelled and rushed toward each other together.

However, the gap in strength was too big to be leveled by tough talk.

The men Sean asked over were brave soldiers.

One hundred thousand personal guards who were good at fighting.

The elites of these personal guards were far more powerful than the special forces.

These guys were