Chapter 2883


    Facescar''s yells of pain brought his subordinates out of their reverie.


    “D*mn it!”


    “Kill them!”


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    The gang descended on Nathan like a pack of wolves, but Colin dashed forward without hesitation


    to meet them.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Colin did not hold back. In an instant, he sent all of Facescar''s subordinates flying.


    The crowd eximed in shock as they gazed at Colin in disbelief.


    They could not understand where Nathan and his men hade from. When did so many experts


    appear on Eurasian Street?


    Facescar clutched the stump that was what remained of his arm, trying to endure the pain as he


    gazed at Nathan in terror. “How dare you raise a hand against The Dishonorables? You''re dead!


    Our boss is not going to let this slide.”


    “Make the call!” Nathan said coldly.


    Facescar stared at Nathan, dumbstruck.


    “Make the call and have your bosse here,” Nathan rified.


    Gazing at Nathan, Facescar was bewildered. However, there was no way he was going to refuse


    when Nathan gave him the opportunity to call for reinforcements.


    He nodded severely, struggled to produce his phone from his pocket, and made the call.


    After hanging up, Facescar red resentfully at Nathan. “Just you wait, kid,” he said through gritted


    teeth. “Our boss is arriving soon, and you won''t survive the night even if Dip is protecting you.”


    The bystanders around them turned pale. Some of the less courageous ones had already turned to


    leave for fear of being implicated.


    Kerry wore aplicated expression. “Mr. Cross,” she said softly.


    “Don''t worry,” Nathan reassured her. “I''ll take care of it.”


    Since Kerry knew of Nathan''s identity, she fell silent upon seeing his resolve.


    Not long after, the street suddenly red with the noise of approaching vehicles before several


    dozen ck sedans screeched to a halt.


    A tall, thin man with a buzz cut and tattoos all over his body emerged from the first car. He wore a


    gold chain around his neck and was d in a leather jacket that exposed his chest.


    Next, over a hundred subordinates exited the other cars and gathered behind him.


    “Eamon of The Dishonorables has arrived!” somebody eximed.


    The man who arrived was none other than Eamon Kane.


    Eamon led his army of subordinates over. He inspected hisrades on the ground and Facescar,


    who was missing an arm, before his gaze fell on Nathan.


    He froze.


    Eamon had mobilized arge group of his men toe to Facescar''s aid due to an initial


    assumption that Dip was the one who had taught Facescar a lesson.


    To his surprise, Facescar and his men had instead been assaulted by several unfamiliar faces.


    His expression turned sour in an instant.


    “Were you and your men beaten up by these few, Facescar?”


    Facescar clutched his stump. “Forgive my ipetence, Mr. Kane,” he begged, ashamed.


    “You''re not just ipetent; you''ve also embarrassed us for not being able to deal with a handful of


    opponents with so many at yourmand! Dip will make me out to be a joke if this reaches his


    ears,” snapped Eamon.


    Facescar hung his head, not daring to utter a sound.


    Eamon turned to look at Kerry before letting his gaze fall on Nathan. “So you beat up my men and


    chopped off Facescar''s arm to stand up for this girl?”


    Nathan did not answer. Instead, he asked, “Are you Eamon, the one Dip mentioned had led a group


    and ughtered his way through here to contest him for control over Eurasian Street?”


    Eamon narrowed his eyes. “Are you Dip''s subordinate?”


    Eamon would never have guessed that Nathan was not Dip''s subordinate but the reverse instead.


    Dip was one of the pawns Eurasia had ced in Newcove. He had a mission there to provide


    agents and informants of Eurasia a stronghold to gather intelligence for the country.


    That was why Nathan was not pleased to hear Dip''s life being threatened.


    Earlier that night, Nathan had asked Dip if he needed help eliminating Eamon. Dip did not feel good


    about troubling Nathan over such a trivial matter, so he asserted that he would handle it himself.


    However, Nathan did not expect to run into the troublemaker so soon.


    “It doesn''t matter who I work for. What matters is you don''t belong here,” Nathan said as he


    surveyed Eamon. “You have onest chance. Take your men and leave Eurasian Street.”


    Eamon sneered. “Even Dip does not dare speak to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?”


    After he spoke, he waved his arm. “Men, send them on their way!” he ordered his subordinates.


    “Yes, Mr. Kane!”


    Members of The Dishonorables pulled out their katanas amongst other weapons and strode toward


    Nathan and his men.