The population difference between the Leon Brotherhood and the Black Brotherhood was vast.
The Leon Brothers numbered around three hundred or so, while the Black Brothers were barely up to half that amount.
This was because the other members were out carrying out their usual daily chores.
Tinubu had even sent out a few of his men to bring in the others, but given the distance they had to cover, they had not returned yet.
Given the circumstances, the Black Brotherhood was doomed to lose.
Yet, the Leon Brothers were already celebrating their victory, even though the war was still ongoing.
And to be honest, Tinubu had already lost hope.
"Will Bola and Ramson be able to find the hunters on time?"
The hunters.
Marlon, to be precise, was his only hope at this moment.
However, there were many what ifs surrounding it.
Were they still raiding? Would they even agree to help?
"TINUBU! SHOW YOURSELF!"
As he was lost in his thoughts, a thundering voice suddenly called out his name.
