Chapter 13: Assault

A few days later...

“Boss, all our men are waiting for your orders.”

“Good.” Wrent nodded his head, wearing his reddish armour set. He strode out to the training yard, where more than forty members were all lined up in formation under the evening sky. They each had a light armor set, though only four of them had any arctech on them, serving as the squad leaders. Each squad had ten members standing in neat rows.

“The Seven Snakes have been growing far too rapidly over the last two weeks. On top of that, they are still holding onto our men! As such, from today, we will be entering a state of war against them. Each squad is to target one of the major businesses immediately.”

Wrent held up a parchment with a sketch of Kyle’s face. “If you encounter the leader of the Seven Snakes, Kyle, retreat at once. Do not attempt to engage alone. The objective is to wear them down and split their forces. He is the only competent one among them that has some sort of combat training. The rest are weak idiots.”

Wrent knew this war had a chance of being dragged out. If they failed the first assault, they had to wear them out slowly over time.

The Red Lions had been using the Stamina Recovery Potions, but not all of them. Wrent kept more than four hundred of them behind in a protected area near the armoury.

However, he was not worried about any attacks on the base, seeing as he was here to defend it. This allowed him to maximize his attacking force, which he needed if he wanted to hold a numerical advantage over the Seven Snakes.

He passed out a single arctech radio to each of the squad leaders. “These are precious equipment loaned to us by the main base. Don’t you dare lose it. Even if you die, your ghost must return this to me. Understood?”

The squad leaders nodded grimly. This way, Wrent would be able to monitor the situation, and the squad leaders would be able to convey information to each other.

“A few days, a week, two weeks. We will not rest until Seven Snakes have capitulated and returned our comrades. The Red Lions never falter. BEGIN!”

“Yes, Boss!” The squads began to move out, heading to their designated locations.

Wrent smiled to himself as he retreated into his office. You may be smart, but the nail that sticks out will get hammered down first. It’s just business. He was already internally salivating at the thought of taking over their potion production process, wondering about what secrets the Seven Snakes were holding on to.

An hour passed, nearing dusk, as the arctech street lights began to flicker on, their bright blue lights illuminating the dusty cobblestone roads. The first squad reached the brothel first, but they soon noticed that the Seven Snakes associates were already out in force, with seven guys guarding the nearby streets.

[Boss, they seemed to be onto us.]

“It’s expected.” Wrent was calm, expecting Kyle to be prepared in advance. “When all squads are in position, we attack simultaneously.”

Another ten minutes passed before all four squads were in their various positions. The brothel, two pubs and a restaurant were being targeted, but all four squads reported seeing associates of the Seven Snakes in the vicinity.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

“Any sign of Kyle?”

[No, boss. However, there seem to be more associates than the twenty expected. It seems closer to thirty or even more now.]

The Red Lion squads were now torn between leaving a confrontation they started with the Seven Snakes gang members and closing in on Kyle, who was escaping their base. “Fuck it, if Wrent ordered it, we do it!”

They began to attack the Seven Snakes out of nowhere suddenly, but none of the Seven Snakes were surprised, knowing their plan had succeeded. “Hold as many of them here, don’t let them go back!”

Battles erupted in the street, the flickering of the arctech neon signs serving as the backdrop to dozens of men that fought in the streets in a rough melee brawl with fists, gauntlets, knuckle dusters and pipes.

Much to the surprise of the Red Lions, the Seven Snakes were suddenly much better at fighting than expected, able to dodge and parry effectively on an equal level. It was not only the effect of the homemade Strength Potions that boosted them.

All of them had undergone a physical and combat training routine since Kyle took over, which was now close to three weeks, much like a boot camp. Any of the Red Lion members who tried to leave to carry out Wrent’s order were immediately stopped by the Seven Snakes.

However, the Red Lions still had the edge in equipment, allowing them to inflict more damage on the Seven Snakes. The battles were brutal, with both sides suffering injuries and broken limbs that stacked up over time.

[Boss, they aren’t that weak, we can’t beat them instantly!]

Wrent cursed and slammed his office table, cracking it in half. “ARGGHH! SEVEN SNAKES!” He could not leave the base lest Kyle was performing a feint – there was still plenty of resources that Kyle could easily return to ransack.

The scale of the fights began to escalate slightly, with exhaustion beginning to set in. However, the Seven Snakes were far more tenacious, gritting their teeth as they pushed back against the numerical and equipment disadvantage. “This is nothing compared to our training!”

The next hour was harrowing, as the fights dragged on. Wrent was impatiently tapping the table, waiting for some good news over the arctech radio. However, suddenly one of the lights indicating an active connection to a squad dimmed. Shit, one of the squads had their arctech radio broken?!

“All squads retreat now!” Wrent immediately ordered. I have to cut my losses now and reorganize before it’s too late.

The squads were more than happy to comply, immediately retreating and limping away. All of them had suffered some form of injury in one shape or another. The Seven Snakes, however, did not chase them, letting them retreat slowly. The Seven Snakes themselves did not go unscathed, having suffered a few injuries and concussions themselves, far worse off than the Red Lions. The stamina potions helped them possess the grit to still stay standing after the brutal clash.

Should I call for reinforcements from the main base? The thought flashed past Wrent’s face as he realized he was now on an even playing field with the Seven Snakes, having potentially lost Even if half of them returned, he did not have any Stamina Recovery Potions left to give to them.

However, he instinctively shuddered when he thought of how the top boss of the Red Lions would react if he asked for help.

The main base had problems of their own fighting other gangs, and if Wrent admitted he couldn’t handle a small-time gang like the Seven Snakes, he could forget about climbing the ranks any further. My position as the Left Paw would be stripped regardless of victory. No, I’ll have to do this myself.

Eventually, the squads returned, including the one that had lost the arctech radio. They had to leave three of their members behind, while the other squads all returned intact but still covered in bruises and wounds.

“Wha-what happened to our Stamina Recovery Potions?!” One of the returning squad members exclaimed upon seeing the mess of broken crates and dark yellow liquid on the floor.

Wrent didn’t reply, only internally cursing himself for not protecting it carefully. He immediately took out a stash of Health Potions, giving them to the squad leaders first and distributing them.

“One squad will keep guard and patrol the district lest the Seven Snakes try to attack now while we’re weak. Rotate every eight hours. All other squads are to sleep.” Wrent knew they needed to rest if he wanted to have a shot at winning at all.

With the assault failing, they had now entered a protracted conflict stage.