"Protect the Patriarch!" Green Dragon and his comrades yelled, rushing forward to encase William Cole amongst them. The rest of the crowd swarmed in, some even brought out explosion-proof shields.
Everyone was prepared, knowing there might be a gun battle.
The men from White Crane were no match. In mere minutes, over half were dead or injured.
Ishii Saburou and the undead insect user were hiding behind a rock, their faces deathly pale. "Damn it! If we had killed William Cole earlier, we wouldn't be in this mess. Now we're surrounded. What do we do?"
The undead insect user gave a smirk: "Relax. Once they get close, I have a plan.
Let them fight first. Once both sides are injured, we can swoop in and benefit."
"You have a plan?" Ishii Saburou's eyes lit up.
He had already ordered his samurai to form a suicide squad, preparing to break out through force.
If the undead insect user had a plan, then they wouldn't need the suicide squad.