They all call me master

Chapter 696 Chaotic Night Ⅳ

When Gresa Hamlet predicted that the Port of Dordot would fall into a riot because of the ‘Inland River Church’ and the ‘Church of Pain’, he had the idea of ​​raiding the Port of Dordot.

The Marquis of West Berlin is terrible.

But he has Delpork!

And the ‘River Squad’ founded by Delpork!

Even, the ‘Inland River Church’ can be completely sacrificed!

With such a foreshadowing, it is enough to resist the Marquis of West Berlin!

And...

There is a chance to injure the opponent!

And for this opportunity, he is willing to sacrifice the entire ‘Inland River Church’.

Why did he create the ‘Inland River Church’?

Isn’t it just for the Port of Dordot?

And as long as the Marquis of West Berlin is injured, the Port of Dordot will belong to the Golden Lion Family!

His father must be very happy to see this situation!

Then, with his father coming forward...

Not only the Port of Dordot, the entire West Berlin will be divided by their family!

And him?

With this merit, he will naturally become the only heir of the Golden Lion Family!

Thinking of the beauty of that moment, the eldest son of the old lion curled his lips.

"Go pour me a glass of wine."

Gresa Hamlet ordered his personal guard.

Facing everything that was about to be obtained, the eldest son of the old lion thought he should celebrate.

However, Gresa didn't like champagne.

He preferred red wine.

The sourness and rich aroma made him extremely fascinated.

Especially when the scarlet wine was shaking in the glass, Gresa always felt like he was tasting the fruits of victory in person.

The strange sense of satisfaction in his heart made the eldest son of the old lion addicted.

Left silently.

Returned silently.

The personal guard, who was covered in a black robe, returned to the captain's room with the wine that had been awakened long ago, and poured the wine into the glass with standard movements.

The unique fragrance quickly filled the captain's room.

Gresa raised his hand and picked up the wine glass. In order to let the wine fully show its beauty, the eldest son of the old lion shook the wine glass.

Then, he picked up the wine glass and held it under the light above his head.

Immediately, the color became more gorgeous.

"To celebrate the upcoming victory, I prepared the wine of victory in advance.

Unfortunately...

The fruits of victory always have to go through twists and turns."

Gresa said this, and the red wine in the glass was directly poured on the personal guard standing in front of him.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The wine broke through the air, like an arrow shot from a crossbow.

The personal guard in a black robe immediately twisted his figure, like a soap bubble, and disappeared from the spot with a snap.

When he appeared again, he was already two meters away.

However, as soon as he appeared, the personal guard had to dodge again.

Because the wine glass had arrived.

If the wine was an arrow, the wine glass was like a cannonball.

Boom!

Amid the deafening roar, the personal guard had to pull off his black robe, and with a quick shake, the black robe spread out straight and flat, forming a black wall.

This wall was waiting for the wine glass.

However, the wine glass returned to Gresa's hand again, along with the wine just now.

Even the scarlet wine was not spilled.

Sweet, who was disguised as the other party's personal guard, had a solemn face.

He just didn't see the traces of the wine and the wine glass turning around.

Simply put, the wine and the wine glass disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared in Gresa's hands again.

"Talent? Bloodline?"

Sweet asked in a deep voice.

As the swordsman of the Marquis of West Berlin, Sweet was not an ignorant person.

On the contrary, with the help of the West Berlin family, Sweet had read and seen too many secret arts.

And in his cognition, there was no such secret art.

Therefore, only talent was left! Bloodline!

But the talent of the Golden Lion family, shouldn't it be "lion group"?

Why do they have the ability to travel through space?

And the attack method just now?

Talent mutation?

Blood mutation?

The swordsman of the West Berlin Marquis thought in his heart.

But Gresa Hamlet laughed.

The old lion eldest son with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a strong nose, a majestic appearance, and a golden uniform smiled first, and then laughed.

Later, he laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

But the next moment, the laughter disappeared.

The smile also disappeared completely from the face of the old lion eldest son.

There was only a hint of coldness.

This was anger.

It was also murderous intent.

The old lion eldest son knew very well that since the guy in front of him appeared, there was only one possibility: his plan failed.

He didn't understand why his perfect plan failed.

But he knew that he was very angry now.

He needed to vent his anger.

And the guy in front of him was just right.

The status of the swordsman of the Marquis of West Berlin is enough.

It can just make up for his loss.

You know, he has built up the Duoyi Chamber of Commerce, Rota Chamber of Commerce, and Feisel Chamber of Commerce with great difficulty.

They have lost everything before they can really play a role...

Damn it!

The anger in his heart is even stronger, and the killing intention is even stronger.

The voice was naturally icy and piercing-

"Why don't you guess my ability again, the retainer of the West Berlin family who can guess my actions?"

Gresa said, and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, a strong wind broke through the air behind Sweet's head.

The West Berlin Marquis Sword Master immediately threw the robe in his hand behind his head, but as expected, it missed, and the sound of the wind changed from behind his head to in front of him.

It was a fist.

Subconsciously, Sweet raised his hand to block.

However, at the moment when the West Berlin Marquis Sword Master raised his arm, his [spirituality] alerted wildly.

Without any hesitation, the West Berlin Sword Master fell backwards.

Suddenly, the upper body of the West Berlin Sword Master was parallel to the deck, and Gresa's fist disappeared again.

The next time it appeared, it was aimed at Sweet's throat.

Sweet maintained this backward posture, kicking his legs back repeatedly.

The whole person began to retreat frantically.

But it was still too slow.

The fist still hit Sweet's chest.

Then...

Sweet's chest shattered.

It was like a mirror being hit by a hammer.

Snap!

In the crisp sound, the cracks began to spread.

However, Gresa Hamlet became more and more angry.

Because he did not really hit Sweet.

"Defense props?

I want to see how many defense props you have!"

The eldest son of the old lion snorted coldly.

Then, another punch was thrown.

It was as unpredictable and dangerous as before.

But Sweet keenly discovered the difference.

The swordsman of the West Berlin Marquis could clearly sense that the old lion's fist had slowed down.

However, he was not sure whether this was a trap.

So, he narrowed his eyes, dodging and observing carefully.

After several times, he saw that Gresa's breathing was slightly rapid, and he also saw that Gresa's nose was sweating.

This old lion's eldest son was undoubtedly really overexerted.

Then, maybe it's possible...

Suddenly, a bold idea appeared in the heart of the West Berlin Marquis Sword Master.