Hearing the second call of "Bandit Army requesting passage," Folman jumped up as if pricked by a needle, and rushed downstairs in big strides. If he still held onto some hope before seeing the Bandit Army Mecha, now, he had completely given up any thoughts of resistance.
A lifetime of cunning and scheming, how could Folman not see the murderous intent of these Mechas? Without saying anything else, just by looking at their stance and formation, he could tell this was a well-trained elite force, absolutely not something his gangsters, who stood like crooked pines and sat like alarm clocks, could withstand.
The defensive line at the intersection had fallen into a dead silence.
The Bandit Army Mecha were silent and restrained, while the armed forces of the Kasi Youth Party trembled silently.
When the third cold call of "Bandit Army requesting passage" echoed, Folman finally arrived at the frontline, gasping for breath.
"Make way! Make way!" Folman waved his hand frantically.
