Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 312: Trouble
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Sean grinned and said: "It seems Master Ellen values your slaves very much."
Jim said next to him: "Master is just to punish them."
"I must personally punish them." Allen emphasized: "I don't know if Mr. Sean can do anything about this?"
"Peel, the captain of the city defense team, is my brother, not to say that there is no way at all, but you know..." Sean made a move to count the money.
Allen glanced at Edward, who pushed a bag of silver coins found from the adventurer to Sean's eyes. Sean weighed his weight and said with satisfaction: "When will Master Ellen leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"At that time, you will see those slaves. To be honest, in order to punish them with your own hands, your price is a bit high." Sean said.
Allen smiled slightly: "I care more about the effect."
"You are such a great person." After a few compliments, Sean left.
Jim took Allen and the others to find a hotel to stay in.
In the city lord’s mansion, the fifty-eight Baron York was standing in front of the huge French windows. Looking out from the window, the night in Suhl City was divided into pieces by rain, and the baron's eyes penetrated the rain curtain and fell on the faint outline of the Aspen Mountains in the distance.
"Master, it's time to rest," the butler reminded.
"Resting?" York snorted, "I can't close my eyes, sir. As long as I think of my treasure and wealth being occupied by a group of barbarians, I can't sleep."
The butler bowed his head and said: "Your wealth has already topped your peers."
"Mr. Linde, I have to admit that your words are very beautiful. But I know myself that Suhl, a place where birds don’t shit, can have any wealth. My wealth is not as good as those of Missile City. There are many rich natives in the country." The Baron York looked at the Aspen Mountains bitterly: "This is my territory. All the wealth in the territory should belong to me. The Aspen Mountains are no exception, those bold, **** barbarians. People refused to hand over my treasure. This is illegal encroachment! They must be razed, and their children and grandchildren should be humble slaves!"
The butler reminded: "Baron Maud did not promise to lend you an army. Calculating the distance, they should arrive in the morning. It will not be long before your sword will be inserted at the peak of the Aspen Mountains."
"Yes, but I need to pay 20% of the dividend to Stormwind for this. Dear Lind, don't you hear the gold coins crying?" Baron York's eyes were bloodshot and he raised his hand loudly. : "That's all my wealth, my wealth!"
The voice came from the city lord's mansion, but it was chopped by the whistling wind.
In another brightly lit house, there was another sound.
"Oh, Elena. My Elena, you little **** is always so fascinating!"
Under the lights, on the messy bed, a man as strong as a brown bear put the long legs of the woman under him on his shoulders, and then slammed into it. The woman clasped the sides of the bed tightly with her hands and screamed excitedly. Her cry stimulated the man's senses, and the man's attack became more intense.
After the violent storm, the woman gasped loudly. She hugged the man like an octopus, bit his helix and said: "Mr. Rattis, you are so brave at any time. Every time. It made people tired and half dead every time."
The man haha touched the woman's plump breasts: "It's also because of you, Elena. Look at other women, I'm not interested in them."
"Really? But every time you look at Luo Li and the others, your eyes don’t look like what you say."
"Nonsense. You slut, lie down for Laozi, I haven't had enough yet."
The woman exclaimed: "I can't do it, please let me go."
"Stop this one." The man pushed her over, let her lie down on the bed, and raised the waist again, to open up the woman's body again.
The last two of them lay weakly on the bed.
"I saw Sean tonight." After a short break, the woman began to get up and get dressed.
"Sean, did you take over the fat pig business?"
"Of course not. In fact, he really went to talk about business."
"What business?"
The woman thought for a while and said: "It seems to be a few strangers. They have some cooperation plans with Sean."
The man frowned, sat up and said: "Speak carefully."
The woman who had already put on her dress turned around, spread her hand and smiled: "Mr. Rattis, you know, my service has never been free. Whether it's on the bed or on the lips. "
This pun made the man react again. He cursed and took out a small bag of silver coins from the bed and stuffed it under the woman's corset: "I'll explain it clearly to Lao Tzu."
The woman took out the bag and squeezed it, knelt down with satisfaction, and lay on the man’s lap and said: “Those strangers bring new technology, and Sean is ready to cooperate with them. If there is no accident, the whole cotton market will be It's all theirs. I heard from the stranger that it seems to be a worsted spinning technique. They will bring ready-made garments next time. Mr. Xiao En is going to get the Chenggao Mansion for Mr. Baron to have a look at. If everything goes well, it can be formal Work."
"Look, my news is detailed enough."
The man changed his color and said: "Damn, Sean wanted to squeeze me out a long time ago. If they succeed, then Sur City will have no place for me Latis."
"What are you going to do, Mr. Ratis." The woman kissed Ratis' thigh.
Latis said in a deep voice: "Of course it is to make those strangers disappear forever, and it's time to deal with the fat pig of Sean."
"Elena, I hope you don't use Sean's kung fu on your lips."
The woman shivered and smiled reluctantly and said, "Of course, Mr. Ratis, I only serve you."
"This is a free gift." She grinned, then buried her head on Rattis' waist.
At dawn, the rain stopped. It rained all night, so that the city of Suer was filled with thick fog in the morning. Allen and the others had eaten breakfast and were about to leave. It was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The fog is thick, so people can only see things within one or two meters.
Obviously, leaving the city was not smooth. Soon after leaving the hotel, footsteps sounded around the street. Jim frowned and wanted to ask aloud, but Alan reached out his hand to stop him. After a while, Taoist figures appeared before and after them, but they surrounded them. These people showed fierce eyes, holding swords and axes in their hands, and a man covered with green tattoos stood in front, apparently the leader of these people.
He was scraping his nails with a dagger, tilting his head and looking at Ellen and the others maliciously.
Allen smiled faintly: "It seems that there are people in Suhl who do not welcome us."
"Of course, Mr. Rattis doesn't like you. He has a suggestion." The tattooed man laughed.
"Oh, let's talk about it."
"He wants you to disappear forever!"
"So that's it." Allen looked at Jim and said, "Are private fights allowed in Sul City?"
"The law is not allowed, but as long as the city defense team is not seen..."
Ellen nodded and said happily, "That's it."
Looking at his face full of spring breeze, the green tattooed man shuddered for no apparent reason. He was still thinking about where the chill came from, Allen whispered softly: "Leave that man and kill all the others."
Belmod bowed like an elegant nobleman: "As you wish."
When he straightened his body harder, Belmode waved his hands and scattered black electricity away. Everyone behind the tattooed man inserted a pitch-black flying knife between his eyebrows, and it was not at all uncomfortable. Belmode didn't look at the result of the battle. Two black short knives had been slid down between the cuffs of both hands. After the other suddenly slid, he crashed into the crowd behind him. The two knives were pierced into the lower abdomen of the left and right. The blade shook horizontally, and immediately tore the two people's stomachs.
The other person turned, and the two knives pulled out the circle of black knives and slammed in.
When Willick saw him, he shouted: "Save me some."
In the blink of an eye, most of these gangsters fell down, which shows the efficiency of Belmode. Willick rushed to the other side, and if he didn't make a move, Belmode would steal all the limelight.
The tattooed man trembled all over, watching the men he brought to kill the other two completely without any backhand force, and then he knew that the wrong person was incurred. When he turned to run, he suddenly felt a pain in his heel, and he flew up and fell heavily to the ground. Finally settled down, his chest was heavy. Looking closer, it was the young silver-haired boy who pressed a black box on himself.
I don't know what this thing is, it's surprisingly heavy, and it makes him difficult to breathe.
Ellen pressed the knife case with one hand and said: "Don't rush to go. Go back and tell that Ratis, don't make trouble. Otherwise, he will bleed more than that."
Lifting the knife case again, Alan gestured to the back, and several people walked over the corpse on the ground and left. The tattooed man sat up and found that the battle was over. The two men who attacked the killer passed by him, and the man with the short knife still had time to grin at him. Only then did the Wenqing man realize that there was no blood on that person.
Waiting for them to go far, many figures appeared in the fog, and the city defense team came blowing their whistle. The tattooed man quickly got up and rushed into a nearby narrow alley in a panic.
When he came to the gate of the city, Allen met Sean. The fat man laughed and said: "Master Ellen came really early."
He saw the blood stained on Willick's armbands again, and the fat man narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you in trouble?"
"I can't talk about it, but there is a guy named Latis who probably doesn't like us. As for now, he should be afraid of us." Allen said calmly, as if to say a trivial thing.
Sean has an intuitive understanding of the strength of these strangers. As Latis' old opponent, he knows exactly what kind of people the man has under his hands. Knowing more about the strength of the person who can easily solve Ratis, Sean is thankful that he is not on the opposite side of Allen. The fat man blew his whistle, and several firemen/gunners walked over Baku in the fog.
Several people in Baku have stuffed their mouths, twisted their hands and locked their feet with chains, making it very inconvenient to move. Sean threw a bunch of keys to Allen: "Then Mr. Allen, this is your slave, you can punish them as much as you like." r1058
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