Jiang Mubei thought for a moment: "Boss, do you need me to lend them a hand? I heard from the residents that the Art Society has just over a hundred people, and they don't seem to have firearms."
Xu Linsen said, "Wait and see the Art Society's combat power. If they can't hold on, then you can step in. In the future, if Spade has to deal with them, it wouldn't hurt to have a favorable relationship."
"Alright."
The two of them stood quietly upstairs, ready to assist at any moment.
However, five minutes later, Jiang Mubei's expression changed: "Boss, there's movement outside again."
They saw over fifty shadows flanking from behind the approaching three hundred, while over a hundred silently approached from the front.
"What's going on, has the Art Society gone mad? They have only a little over a hundred people, yet they're surrounding over three hundred of the others?" Jiang Mubei was stunned: "Are they drunk?"
Xu Linsen also frowned, finding it a bit strange.
