Marcel froze at Queenie‘s words.


    “Are you saying that Harvey might be stronger than Jacknife ?” he asked, his voice low.


    “You forget. He killed the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way himself. Akio was scared by him as well.”


    “If he‘s not strong, how did he manage to do all that by himself?”


    Marcel pondered about the situation beforeughing.


    “It‘s good if that‘s the case!”


    “If he‘s as strong as you say he is and brings Rin back after dealing with the Shindan Way...”


    “It‘ll be good for all of us involved.”


    “Your grandmother‘s a powerful person, but she‘s just too confident.”


    “Even after all these years have passed, she still thinks that she can suppress the entire family with


    Jacknife alone...”


    “We‘ll let her know that the times have changed...”


    Three hourster, at four o‘clock in the morning. On a lonely ind outside of the Ind Nations…


    This ce was located on the southeast coast of the ind. It had been private territory since ancient


    times.


    Buildings that stood above the sea level could be seen in the clouds, as if the ce was floating in the


    air. It was an extremely grand sight.


    Other than ancient buildings, a lot of modern equipment could be seen on the ind as well. Golf


    courses, cruise terminals, and airports were all there.


    Those who weren‘t in the know would probably mistake this ce for a military base.


    In reality, this was the Shindan Way‘s headquarters.


    The ce waspletely militarized.


    All the buildings were surrounded by walls that were ten feet tall.


    Shindan Way‘s elites were ced on top of the walls to guard the ce. It was an impregnable


    fortress.


    The ce was also considered to be one of the Ind Nations‘ sacred martial art training grounds.


    Akio was one of the people who trained here.


    After Akio ran away from Hong Kong a few days ago, the ce had be a lot more fortified.


    Voooooom!


    It was already four o‘clock in the morning, but a blood red sky was still very apparent. Perhaps a storm


    was about to hit...


    The air was warm and humid, and the weather made everyone very tired.


    The elites of the Shindan Way, who had been on high alert for days on end, were growing more and


    more exhausted because of the weather.


    Patrols that were scheduled once every half an hour turned into an hour.


    Some people even guzzled down beer in the corners of the walls, asionally babbling about.


    After all, this ce had been fortified for many years. In that amount of time, it had never once been


    invaded.


    Some people would naturally be a littlex.


    There would always be a time where people would let down their guard. Under these circumstances, it


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    was normal for the guards to be a little more careless.


    At four o‘clock in the morning, the guards were already dozing off.


    And right below a cliff, hundreds of men in camouged uniforms were climbing up steadily, their faces


    cold.


    Their gazes were ice, and their movements were nimble. Not a single sound was made from them as


    they climbed. They were naturally trained for the situation.


    They were none other than the Sentries of York.


    Marcel had reced all of the elites of the organization, and nned to rise again using this


    opportunity. About three hundred men appeared on the ground soon after ...