The ground of the north block was already streaming under pressure; the calcus of those two admirals was overflowing in the whole block. Birds diverted their path, and leaves stopped falling as the maniac's unhinged calcus poured out. Whinsmoker blasted as he put on those old, rusted-with-blood bronze knuckles; the beast slayer of El Dorado had opened his claws. Escobar was somewhat different; he was now silent, silent in a way that looked terrifying, and his calcus was not surgical, mocky as usual, but now they were raging; they were leaving an impression on his chest, anxiety. They began to move. Escobar took his needle out while running and poked it into the Adam's apple of the elite charging in; he wasn't able to scream, then he took two needles and threw them into the eyes of the other two elites. He was not damaging organs; instead, he was using pressure points as his target. He was accurate; not a single needle missed the bull's eye, and then because of the stone, he stumbled and fell. It was more useful with a sweep; he tore the Achilles tendon of 3 elites who were charging on him. Whinsmoker was not caring anything; he was enjoying this fight, a grin so wide it looked like the smile of a grim reaper never left his face. He was smashing faces, crushing ribs, and puncturing livers with his bronze knuckles that once again tasted of blood; desperately, the left out elites threw bombs on them; they didn't care. Escobar even caught a bomb and threw it into the armory, and a blast burned their supplies. Whinsmoker ran towards the left, and with a single blow, they crushed their heads. After killing 50 elites, they saw a basement open.
As they stepped downwards, they felt fear and both fell to their knees; they couldn't even move a finger as they felt the terrible calcus of dark, and the damru beat was raging in their ears loudly. Dark was not unconscious; he was just tied up with chains. Even then he was the most dangerous; he was kneeling, his body fully covered in blood, which was not his. Somehow the admirals got up and freed him, and the first line he spoke when he came out of heavy chains was, "Where are my draggers?"
In Pateri the force of 80517 has finally arrived: 2 units of fighting club led by Gun, his katana at his side, but the narrow interlocking streets of Pateri were a great challenge for them. They were fighting Black Knuckles forces, but to locate them to confirm their ratio of reinforcement was impossible, and while doing this, Gun stood alone in a street, and in front of him were 100 rookies of Black Knuckles "ganging up on a single man. What a disgrace, but this will be a good exercise come at once." He drew his katana and stood in a kendo stance facing towards the neck, then he started slashing, cutting a throat, another arm, and another chest. Each arc, each slash, cut something, and seeing Gun, the rookies stepped back. They can't run in this narrow, nor can they escape; the same street they used as a weapon against Gun became their cage, and in front of them was the lion of 80517. 80517 was defending the frontlines back in motion, but King alone in the room noticed something; his mind was starting to calculate, not as perfectly as before, but calculating, and he saw a thread.
He was thinking about why Victor was waging the war; he is not that simple to fight for the throne, nor was he doing it. He was trying to destroy the Union, and why would he? What was its cause? King Mind pressurized that thought but couldn't get to it; he was missing a piece or whether he had that piece but not using it. He was clogged.
King got a message from Whinsmoker: "Come to the union room immediately." In that room, dark and still, soaked in blood, he entered not in a hurry, but slowly. He saw Blue Lighter and Loghan; he said nothing but started a declaration: "I am the one who made the union, and now two gangs in this union have defied everything. They kidnapped me. That's not the point. The point is without me the union is nothing; it has rotted from the foundation, so thus." He took a long pause. "I declared that the Union and its laws have been DISSOLVED. And the gang war that is inevitable starts now." King saw it, Logan saw it, and Blue Lighter saw it, and the only things that came out of their mouths were not gasps but air of greed. And then something clicked in the mind of King: "It is money. Money!" He looked to Dark for a long time; his mind was now back fully. "We need to kill Victor."