Hundreds of combat aircraft circled the sky. On the ground, hundreds of thousands of tanks, armored vehicles, and convoys advanced in a massive formation.

Rumble!

The ground shook as the tanks approached.

Witnessing this spectacle, Dawson, Nine Fingers, and the men of the Great Four fell silent.

"What's going on?"

"W-Why is a military formation heading toward us?"

"What's happening?"

They were dumbfounded.

"Could be a military exercise," one suggested.

"Yes, it has to be. Order the men not to act rashly. We're gathered here today for the burial of our former leaders. As long as we don't provoke them, they shouldn't make things difficult for us."

"Quick, drop your weapons!" The men immediately discarded their weapons; those with firearms concealed them.

They weren't concerned about James yet; they only needed to wait for the military exercise to end.

However, Rowena was terrified. She never imagined James would resort to this to confront the men of the Great Four and the underworld. He had mobilized the military.

"S-Sir, the tanks and armored vehicles have surrounded us. Look at the sky! Hundreds of combat aircraft have been circling above us for quite some time! Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

"Could they be here for us?"

Smack!

Nine Fingers slapped the chattering man, rebuking him, "After us? Do you really think that highly of ourselves? Who do you think we are? We're just a bunch of gangsters. Would they really go to all this trouble?"

The force of the slap sent the man sprawling. He quickly stood, shaking his head. "You're right. You're right."

Nine Fingers looked up at the circling aircraft, his face darkening. A similar thought occurred to him.

"C-could they really be here for us?"

He glanced at Dawson, whose grim expression mirrored his own. He wished the aircraft would leave, but they remained. The men of the Great Four exchanged uneasy glances.

James smiled subtly before untying Newton, who was still on the ground. "What are you doing?" one of the henchmen yelled, aiming a metal rod at James's head. James's face hardened. He grabbed the rod. "Everyone, get on the ground now with your hands on your head!"

A loudspeaker voice boomed from a helicopter overhead. Stunned, the men immediately complied.

The men of the Great Four stared at James. Could he have brought the military here? No way. It couldn't be James. The military was just passing by. They refused to believe James was responsible.

Then, the army arrived, tanks aiming at everyone in Cadens' cemetery.

James untied Newton and helped him up, then did the same for the woman beside him. She was about twenty, with exquisite features, her beauty only slightly marred by mud. "J-James, is that really you?" Newton, his arm trembling, reached for James.

James took Newton's arm. "Mr. Quinn, it's me. Mr. Quinn, step aside. I'll settle the feud from ten years ago." He surveyed the surrounding men, their hands on their heads, paralyzed by snipers on the helicopter. Any rash move would be their last.

The men of the Great Four trembled with fear. Dawson crouched, his pants wet. Nine Fingers' reaction was more dramatic; the smell of excrement confirmed he had soiled himself.

In that moment, they knew. James had brought the military. Hector was consumed by regret. Had he listened to Rowena, the Xaviers wouldn't face destruction. Now, no one would escape.

(Note: I removed the promotional text at the end.)