The Earl Claire and the Martin family are in-laws.

Is that why RSIS is targeting them?

But RSIS has always coexisted peacefully with the Martin family, never interfering with each other. So why this time...

"What... what exactly do you want?!"

"Do what? Robbery, can't you tell?" Dark 3's tone remained lazy.

Ryan's face turned pale, "The Martin family and RSIS have always kept out of each other's business, yet you dare to break this peace on your own accord!"

"Yes, we've broken it. What can you do about it?"

Ryan choked, his face turning pale again.

Dark 3 let out a light snort, stood up, and said condescendingly, "Our boss asked me to pass on a message, hoping the Martin family will like this retaliation."

Ryan looked bewildered.

Retaliation?

What kind of retaliation?

On the other side.

Reynolds was glaring fiercely at Graveft, spitting, "Lackey, flunky."

This bastard became a lackey for RSIS yet had the nerve to insult him.

Graveft wasn't angry upon hearing this but laughed instead, even raising his chin proudly, "Even so, I'm a victorious lackey."

"You..."

This bastard is truly shameless!

He was speechless.

Dark 2 glanced at the sky about to break dawn and stepped out from the shadows, "Alright, let's get down to business."

Graveft immediately changed his expression, "Okay, boss, I'll have the guys move all the goods down right away."

Dark 3 walked over, "Move? Why not just drive the whole vehicle away?"

Graveft: "..."

Dark 3 glanced at him, "You think moving doesn't cost money? Labor, financial resources, material resources, tolls, fuel, which one isn't money."

"..."

"..."

Graveft quietly asked, "Is RSIS that poor?"

It shouldn't be.

Dark 3 said impatiently, "Saving is a traditional virtue."

Indeed, it's stingy.

"Then what about these people?"

Dark 2 squinted his eyes, "Leave one to go back and report, the others... dispose of them."

Graveft looked horrified watching Dark 2 speak so casually, bandits, these RSIS are definitely bandits.

They are so ruthless, treating human life like grass.

Damn, compared to them, we mercenaries are nothing.

Are we going to lose our jobs?

Dark 3 saw Graveft's wide-eyed expression and knew he was overthinking, "What are you imagining? We are law-abiding good citizens."

Graveft touched his nose, your conscience doesn't hurt saying that?

"Then those..."

Dark 3 pointed to the mercenaries on the ground, "Send them to ICPO, just in time as they've been quite idle lately."

"And the Martin family's people..."

After all, the Martin family are nobles of Country A, their people are naturally different from those mercenaries.

Maybe they will be sent to the international prison in the morning and released by noon.

So the Martin family's people were fearless, even when pinned down, without a trace of fear on their faces.

Dark 2 continued, "Send them to the Third Prince of Country A."

At these words, the previously fearless crowd instantly turned ashen-faced; falling into the hands of the Third Prince, they definitely won't have a good end.

Hearing these words, Graveft: "..."

Heart like a scorpion, heart like a scorpion.

Isn't this equivalent to sending them to die?

Are you afraid that the hatred between you and the Martin family isn't deep enough, so you deliberately escalate it?

However, compared to total annihilation, letting one return to report the feud value is already maxed out.

But isn't total annihilation better?

Why do they have to let one return to report?

Graveft couldn't figure it out, so he asked Dark 2.

Dark 2 just replied blandly, "Because our boss holds grudges."

He suddenly remembered the Martin family asking them to teach Su Ran a lesson, and he froze in place.

–

Just now bustling, 315 Avenue has returned to calm.

The convoy on the road has disappeared, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.

The surroundings are silent, no sign of life.

But if you look closely, you can still see a person lying next to the road.

This was thanks to Dark 2's attention to detail, worrying he might accidentally get run over lying in the middle of the road, he had people move him to the side.

The one lying there is Ryan.

That's right, he's the lucky one left behind.

After a long time, Ryan still lay on the ground, propping his hands on the ground, trying to get up, but after several attempts, he didn't succeed.

He was panting heavily, the pain in his body causing him to grimace.

Although he had always heard of the terrifying strength of the major forces on 315 Avenue, never encountering them before, he thought of their existence as legend.

It wasn't until he met them today that he understood what terrifying strength meant.

Graveft has always been in the top ten of the international most-wanted list, his strength formidable, and despite this, he could barely take two moves.

He himself came from special training camp, so even when Graveft punched him in the chest and fractured his ribs, it was still within his endurance.

But RSIS, with their vicious and ruthless approach, even holding his wrist felt like it would shatter.

He didn't even know how he was thrown into the car, the person moved so fast that before he could see the figure clearly, he was already lying on the ground.

And even now, he couldn't get up.

It was at this moment he truly understood the terror of these forces.

Ryan lay on the ground, his mind constantly replaying Dark 3's words.

Retaliation?

What kind of retaliation?

Has the Martin family had any conflict with RSIS recently?

Suddenly, Ryan's eyes lit up, squinting slightly.

Graveft...

It seemed he saw someone taking him to meet the Housekeeper.

–

Meanwhile.

When Dark 2 and the others returned to the small town, the sky had already brightened.

They brought in a box and placed it in the living room, glancing towards the second floor.

"Is Sister Ran still sleeping?"

Dark 2 took a deep drag on his cigarette, his expression indifferent, "Probably, it was quite late when we arrived here last night."

Dark 3 nodded, knowing Su Ran was still asleep, he didn't plan to disturb her.

After all, she has quite a temper.

He looked at the things in the box again and asked, "What do we do with the goods?"

"The usual, send them to the underground auction."

Dark 3 wasn't surprised either, the underground auction was originally a transit point, many things flowed into the market through their channels, just...

"It's a shame to give them this batch of goods."

"Sister Ran never liked us getting too involved with these things."

Dark 3 nodded, they indeed are a law-abiding organization.

"When do you plan to go?"

Dark 2 glanced at the time, "In an hour."

Dark 3 was a bit surprised, "You're delivering it personally?"

In the past two years, there have been fewer and fewer things requiring their personal appearance, something like going to the underground auction usually fell to the sub-commanders.

Dark 2 nodded, "Yes, if possible, assign one of your sub-teams to me."

Hearing this, Dark 3's expression instantly turned serious, "Is it dangerous?"

Dark 2: "..."

He couldn't exactly say that he was afraid the other party might be tempted to kill him upon hearing their offer.