Chapter 1987

"W-What…"

Fredo was left stunned by the imposing sight before him—there were over hundred men-in-black who stood in formation with poise and vigor.

And they were all clearly martial artists!

It was a scale of strength that would set them among the top factions in the east coast, and even the modest sects would not possess such might!

"I don't know what the commissioner offered that motivated Carlo Group into traveling all the way from the midlands to the east coast just to fuck with us… but a word of advice: it really doesn't matter who you are, you must know your place on the pecking order."

With a firm clap on Fredo's shoulder, he strode toward the square in front of Zamri Hospital, where a Lanecorp company car was waiting by the curb.

"Mr. Lawrence."

A security officer from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department opened the door for him respectfully.

Frank, however, did not get on.

Instead, he turned and threw a curious look at Fredo, chuckling. "Don't you have a party to