Chapter 339: CCCXXXIX. Twenty Years of Skill
Shadi’s group specifically took charge, inserting themselves circuitously to support the other seven teams.
The Black Sail trio knew the terrain of Heaven Port the best—brothels, casinos, hotels, which alleys had seen violence, and which corners they had been attacked in; all were vividly clear in their minds.
Leading the way at the forefront, Shadi initially headed to support the nearest flank troop, the people of the Seventh Amendment.
The flank troops had already been dispersed by the Chimera. From the main thoroughfare to the right wing, crossing multiple alleys, they had encountered scattered small enemy units, grouping in tens, blocking and killing those Black Sails Alliance soldiers who were separated in the scattered formation.
Gawain and several others were Heroic Level adventurers, and Celeste’s subordinates were all high-level intelligence personnel. Dealing with these small-scale enemy units was merely a matter of confrontation.
They were all splattered with blood. From all around, clusters of gunfire, the clash of iron, along with screams—both human cries and monster roars—could be continually heard.
Traveling on their way, fighting while moving, they had not yet met anyone from the flank troops. This made Shadi extremely anxious—if they were broken through to the rear, even the formidable Ox Twelve Team could not withstand such a mass of people.
The ally troops were nowhere to be seen.
However, they encountered something exceedingly shocking along the way. They came across a woman with wheat-colored skin who, along with a few others from the inn she ran, had been continuously searching the island for Shadi and, despite significant peril, had finally found him.
"Big sis! What are you doing here?"
Shadi had never been so lost for words.