Zhou Fan gazed at the two hundred-plus brothers before him and nodded in satisfaction. Many of them were from the Netherworld King's Hall back when he was in charge. After his downfall, they had either left of their own accord or been summoned by Tank. But now, seeing Zhou Fan again—the boss who had once led them to carve out a legacy for themselves in Africa—their hearts surged with excitement.
"Good! With a group of brothers like you, why the hell would I be afraid of failure?" Zhou Fan laughed heartily. He then took a submachine gun from Tank, aimed it at the sky, and fired a burst into the air.
The air instantly crackled with a deadly tension. Everyone stared at Zhou Fan, their faces flush with excitement, waiting for him to give the order to attack.
"Stick to the plan! Attack! I'll be waiting for you all inside the hall. Afterward, I'm buying drinks and meat for all my brothers!" Zhou Fan roared. In perfect unison, everyone shouted back, "Attack!"
