The sun sets in the west.
Eager to achieve great things, Howie Will and Seamus Jackson, leading their trusted subordinates disguised as ordinary people, quietly arrived at Rat Town.
Unusual for other days.
At the town's entrance of Rat Town, stood dozens of individuals dressed in white linen, members of the Seventh Route gang.
These people looked tense, in a posture as if facing a great enemy.
"Big brother, just as we expected," Seamus Jackson observed the Seventh Route gang members patrolling the entrance, a smug smile appearing on his face.
"But these shrimp soldiers and crab generals are really not enough to get between our teeth."
Having said that, he placed his hand on his waist.
"Still, it's better to be cautious," Howie Will held his arm, eyes firmly fixed on the town's entrance.
He always felt something was not right.
It seemed like the nervousness of these people in front of him was just an act.
But on the other hand, it didn't seem like it.
