Warlord of Chaos Chapter 201: The gang fight

The soldiers of the mercenary guild seemed a little hesitant. The mercenaries on the opposite side dared not to take Cromwell seriously in public. There is no way to execute it, they slowly surrounded Moxinke, and one of the soldiers whispered: "Your Excellency..."

Moxinke stretched out his hand and pushed the soldier back a few steps: "It's none of your business, just step aside for me, hey, old guy, don't you want to catch me? Do it yourself!" Moxinke hooked his fingers provocatively.

"It's very arrogant, it seems that you don't take the mercenary guild seriously." Cromwell sneered: "To deal with people like you, you must use thunderbolt methods!" With a sound, Cromwell drew out his long sword.

Moxinke frowned slightly and used a weapon. This was serious in nature. In a real fight, it was hard to be merciful, because neither side had a good impression of each other, and Moxinke couldn't help turning his head to look at Han Jin.

Han Jin nodded lightly, and Moxinke was overwhelmed with pride. He drew out his giant sword and looked at Cromwell coldly.

"You still want to resist? You found this by yourself!" Cromwell sneered, and walked slowly towards Moxinke. As the distance between the two gradually shortened, Cromwell had released himself The weather was already very cold, but at this moment the temperature suddenly dropped again, and pieces of snowflakes were rapidly circling around Cromwell.

Just when the distance between the two people was less than ten meters, a ball of red light flew down from the sky, Cromwell's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he swung his sword upwards to meet him. The swords collided without fancy, and the vindictiveness flowed in all directions. With Cromwell as the center, the remaining snow around was swept away, revealing the blue stone slab, and countless snowflakes and snow blocks stirred up more than ten meters. High, some spectators were caught off guard and were beaten by the splashing snow and fled with their heads covered.

Cromwell took a few steps back and barely stabilized his figure. The attacker turned somersault and landed gently on the ground. Seeing the person clearly, Cromwell's face changed slightly: "Saxon, What do you mean?!"

"Aren't you going to fight? Let me help you punch, okay?" Saxon said with a smile.

The windows of the restaurant next to the street were pushed open one after another, and dozens of figures jumped out of the windows, including soldiers and thieves. With a gloating smile, surrounded by Cromwell and his men.

The figures of Winston and Duye Sam appeared at the window. Duye Sam's appearance was a bit strange, with black and shiny hair, but his sideburns had become pale, and his forehead was full of wrinkles, but his eyebrows and eyes He looks very young again, coupled with a black and white beard, it is difficult to guess his real age.

"Lord Cromwell, I haven't seen you for a while, what are you up to?" Duye Sam said lightly.

"Master Duyesam, I went to Fatuo City and I just came back a few days ago." Cromwell looked very humble. In front of the world's most famous sub-dragon knight, he would never dare to be rude.

"Have you been there for a long time?"

"It's been more than two months."

"Oh, so that's the case." Duye Sam paused, as if he suddenly remembered something: "Aren't you guys going to fight? Let's fight first, and we'll talk after the fight is over."

Cromwell was stunned. He had already recognized that the malicious mercenaries around him included not only members of the Reaper mercenary squad, but also members of the Dragonsinger mercenary group. He felt that there must be a misunderstanding. I thought it would be fine to talk to Duye Sam to resolve the misunderstanding, but who knew that Duye Sam would not give him a chance at all.

Actually, seeing Cromwell embarrassing Moxinke in the street, Duye Sam took it for granted that there might be a disagreement within the mercenary guild, but after a few words of probing, Cromwell revealed the truth , he was not following someone's order, but was ignorant. In this case, Duye Sam didn't bother to talk nonsense.

"What's going on?" Gibran, who was walking in front, realized that something was wrong behind him, and the members with the red vanguard rushed over.

Cromwell's face has turned livid, and he can hardly believe his eyes, the Reapers, the Red Vanguard, and the Dragonsinger mercenary group are all helping this guy in front of him? ! When it comes to being afraid, he is not afraid of Duye Sam and Winston. The former is a good man, while the latter is upright. He can find other ways to deal with it, but Gibran is different. Anyone who mentions Gibran will think of those eight. A word, acts ruthlessly, and will be punished! With Gibran intervening, no matter how things are handled in the end, there will be no good fruit for him! In other words, unless Gibran is satisfied, he will wait to be blacked out.

"Master Gibran!" Cromwell forced a smile, "There must be some misunderstanding."

"Old man, why didn't you say that there was a misunderstanding just now? Wait until my brothers have come over, and then say that there was a misunderstanding... Isn't it a bit late?" Moxinke sneered.

"Did this guy offend you?" Gibran said softly, "He...should be from the mercenary guild?"

"What? Are you scared?" Moxinke squinted at Gibran.

"Afraid?" Gibran smiled, and his eyes drifted over. Hayden and Charles swayed forward and joined the encircling team. Edwina caressed her longbow carelessly. Their hostility is already very obvious.

Cromwell's heart sank immediately. He could see that the relationship between Gibran and the big man was equal. Their conversation was very casual. It must not be easy to win Gibran's attention. This time , he stabbed a hornet's nest!

A moment ago, Cromwell's men were still holding bright long swords, but now they have become more honest one by one. The long swords have already been received in their sheaths. Surrounded, is there a fart for the long sword? In a real fight, the person with the long sword must be the worst beaten!

Winston and Duye Sam stepped out of the restaurant one after another, and Duye Sam smiled at Han Jin: "Master Raphael, where are you going?"

"I heard that the caravan from Lengying City is coming, let's go and see the excitement." Han Jin laughed.

"It just so happens that we want to go too, let's go together."

"Sure."

Duye Sam turned his head and saw that the two sides were still confronting each other. He couldn't help frowning and said, "This is how you fight? Be like a man, hurry up! I don't want to stand here with you all in a daze." In fact, Du Yesham is indeed a good guy. The key is whether the other party has the qualifications to make him a good person. This has little to do with strength. Even if Cromwell is just a commoner, Yesham will not intentionally bully him. Lou What happened next has been clearly seen by the mercenaries of the dragon singer. If Moxinke hadn't acted, they would have rushed down to save people.

Like his subordinates, Cromwell retracted the long sword into its sheath. His eyes were cold and his body was straight. In this situation, he could only use indifference to maintain his self-esteem. However, the indifference he forced was immediately shattered by the oncoming fist, the nose was hit, and anyone's expression would become distorted!

It is an anecdote that a group of powerhouses of the eighth, ninth, or even tenth ranks used their fists to fight, or even fight in groups! Moreover, their expressions were not serious, and they were laughing and joking, almost like children playing games. Cromwell had been knocked down, and he didn't dare to release his fighting spirit to protect himself, so he could only try his best to protect his head and let others Punching and kicking, like that, is more pitiful than the girl who was beaten just now, but no one sympathized with him. Tang Sai's "uncle" was full of joy of turning a corner, and also exposed the relationship between them.

Moxinke didn't stay idle, and went directly to Tang Sai, and with a few old punches, he knocked Tang Sai down in the snow again.

Cromwell's subordinates are fine. Of course, they didn't dare to be troublesome, so they could only stand there blankly. A group of tigers are playing with a lamb, what can they do? Not to mention that they are also sheep, even if they are wolves, they have to stay far away!

"Okay!" Duye Sam said: "Since people can't fight back when they hit or scold, let's not bully people too much, forget it!"

The mercenaries also felt that it was meaningless, and stopped their hands one after another. Cromwell was still curled up in the snow. It stands to reason that he should express his anger with his eyes at this time, instead of being like a turtle. He shrank his head, but he really didn't dare. As far as he knew, there were at least a dozen unknown murders related to Gibran. It could even be said that they knew, and so did many mercenaries, that it was Gibran who did it! But there is no direct evidence, so in the end, he can only let it go. If there is a little bit of hatred, God knows whether Gibran will let him go!

"Sasiou, please send this girl back." Han Jin said slowly.

Sasiou was taken aback, and immediately understood Han Jin's meaning. The other party had suffered such humiliation, and he did not dare to seek revenge from them. He might transfer his target to the girl. Han Jin was expressing his position and warning the other party .

"Okay." Sasio smiled.

The young girl was already frightened to the point of stupidity, she never imagined in her dreams, because she would cause such a big disturbance, that Sasou was talking to her by her side, and she didn't react at all.

The crowd abandoned the humiliated Cromwell, and about thirty meters away, Gibran stopped suddenly: "Kippank."

"Master Gibran, did you call me?"

"You follow him."

Qi Fanke glanced at Han Jin from the corner of his eyes. He is not from Gibran.

Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Duye Sam sighed softly, but he didn't say anything. The idle mercenaries dared to comment on Duye Sam behind his back, but no one dared Gossip about Gibran, because Gibran is a person who likes to walk in the dark, and he also likes to solve troubles thoroughly by means that cannot be seen. It's just that the relationship between him and Hanjin has obviously warmed up after such an incident today~IndoMTL.com~ Interventing Gibran may destroy the harmonious atmosphere, which is very stupid.

(Today is a very helpless day. My girlfriend called me and asked me why I didn’t answer her phone. I said I had a terrible headache and was lying on the bed. She asked me again, knowing that it was snowing, Why don't I pick her up from work? I said I was powerless to connect to the phone, how could I pick her up? But it's stupid to reason with women. She also said that their colleagues in the hospital have husbands and boyfriends to pick them up. Now they have the flu. If it is so serious, none of them get sick? Others can persist, why can’t I persist. I was speechless at the time. I just talked to Xiaoxiao a while ago, and she gave a reasonable and basic request, updating the schedule every day. At one stage, she said that there were the most people between seven o’clock and eight o’clock, and she thought about it well today. At noon, she had a severe headache, so she decided not to force her to type. She would go to rest for a while, and set the alarm clock to five o’clock. No matter how slow the speed is, 3,000 words can be coded from five to nine o'clock, and it is barely acceptable to be one hour late. But she ruined everything by making trouble, and people with girlfriends and wives can probably understand, many Sometimes, women are really irrational, I pour water to take medicine, she pours the water into the toilet for me, I cook instant noodles, she puts out the fire, I am going to read book reviews, she pulls out the plug, no matter what I want Whatever I do, she will follow behind to make things difficult for me. She says she is in a bad mood, implying that I must not be in a good mood either. Tossing and tossing until nine o’clock, I have to send her home trembling again. Not much to say, no women, cold, cold from the heart, women, tired, tired from the heart.) (To be continued , if you want to know what happens next, please log in. readnovel., more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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