They all call me master

Chapter 820 Victory of Malice Ⅱ

Hiss!

Hearing the words of Greysa Hamlet, Alvis took a deep breath in his heart.

At this time, the young man of the Golden Lion family finally understood why Hayes was in a hurry to leave the inner bay, and even gave up the "South County Sword Competition".

It's Greysa!

This bastard has set his sights on Bet Territory!

No!

To be precise, this bastard has long set his sights on Bet Territory, just waiting for an opportunity!

And now, the opportunity has come!

Alvis is sure that none of the three guys, Depro, Diliwen, and Peggy, will survive.

Only when these three guys die, Hayes can successfully inherit Bet Territory and cede the Port of Londo Hat.

'Isn't this bastard afraid of Earl Bet's revenge?

Wait!

Arthur Kratos!

This South Los psychic is about to arrive in Bet Territory-this bastard wants to provoke a fight between the South Los psychic and Earl Bet.

Then complete the harvest! ’

Instantly, Alves figured everything out.

Alves was not sure who would be the final winner of the battle between the South Los psychic and Count Bet.

However, according to this plan, the biggest winner would definitely be the bastard Gresa.

This was something Alves could never accept!

‘What should I do? What should I do?

I absolutely don’t want Gresa to win! ’

Facing his enemy, Alves began to think.

In the small restaurant, Hayes looked painful.

“Can I think about it for a night and give you an answer tomorrow morning?”

Hayes begged.

The little lion refused very straightforwardly.

“No!

Just as I have a way to isolate the communication stone, you must have a way to contact Count Bet.

I have respect for this Earl.

I absolutely do not want to face this Earl directly.

So, not only do you need to sign a contract with me now, but you must also add a clause to the contract - you cannot tell this Earl in any way from now on.”

The little lion laughed as he spoke.

That was a happy smile.

What Gresa liked most was this situation that was under control.

Gresa enjoyed this kind of domineering power that was almost rampant.

The feeling of being carefree was really great.

At this moment, Gresa's depression from Arthur was almost swept away.

And, he was looking forward to it.

Gresa looked forward to the battle between Earl Bet and Arthur.

Gresa saw Arthur's strength, but as he said, he had respect for Earl Bet - and there was only one person who could make people like Gresa respect him.

That was strength.

Earl Bet was very strong.

His ability was extremely strange.

He was the opponent that Gresa was most reluctant to face.

It was precisely because of this that Gresa was cautious about the Bet Territory, not only restraining the hidden pieces, but also giving up "diversified development".

However, those were not important.

This time, it could be solved once and for all.

'Thinking about it this way, I still have to thank you, Arthur.

Then, you must have a good fight with Count Bate.

It would be best if both sides were injured.

Of course, one death and one injury is also acceptable.

I will clean up the mess. '

The little lion thought in his heart, and looked at Hayes again, with a lot of disdain on his face--

"Hayes, your relationship with Depro, Diliwen, and Peggy is not good.

Even, your relationship with Count Bate has long been estranged.

Your current hesitation is not that you can't ignore the death of Depro, Diliwen, and Peggy, the three fools, nor that you can't sit back and watch Count Bate step into the trap.

You just can't accept that the Port of Londo Hat, which you think is in your pocket, was taken away by me."

The little lion said, his eyes full of provocation and teasing.

"I can take away the port of Longdo Hat, why can't you take it back?

Oh, you don't have the confidence to take it back from me, right?

Even if I give you the other lands of Bet Territory, you still don't have the confidence, right?

Hayes, you are really a hypocritical and cowardly guy!"

"Shut up!

Stop talking!"

Hayes stood up from his chair, slammed the table heavily, and growled.

"Did I say that?

Are you anxious?

Then sign a contract with me.

You are a smart guy, you know you can't run away-unless you choose to die now!

As long as you die, you can break the situation.

Just...

Are you willing?"

The little lion emphasized the pronunciation.

The provocation in his tone became stronger.

It didn't ask if he dared, but if he was willing.

Gresa was sure that a guy like Hayes, who had been developing quietly for so many years, would not be willing to die like this.

Especially if he died for a potential competitor.

There are such people.

But it would definitely not be Hayes.

In fact, it is the same.

Hayes stood there in a daze.

Then, he sat down in the chair, as if all his strength had been drained away, and his eyes were dull.

The little lion stood up, walked around the dining table, and walked to Hayes.

"Don't be so desperate.

The person you lost to was me, Graesa Hamlet, the only heir to the inner bay.

What's there to despair about?

You should feel honored.

Because --

I look you in the face. "

As he said that, the little lion raised his hand, and a contract appeared in front of Hayes.

This time, Hayes didn't say anything more.

Hayes signed his name.

Looking at the signature, the little lion laughed again.

"Be happy, Hayes.

Believe me, you will be glad for your choice tonight in the next few decades.

Then, wait for the good news I will bring you later, the new owner of Bet Territory. "

With these words, the little lion left, just as suddenly as he came.

But what remained unchanged was the unquestionable dominance.

Really just like a lion.

Hayes sat there in a daze.

He didn't even notice Alves coming out of the secret room.

Until Alves coughed a few times, the nephew of Count Bet came back to his senses.

When Hayes saw Alves, his eyes suddenly lit up, just like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw.

Pray!

Hayes looked at Alves with pleading eyes.

"Don't worry.

I won't let Gresa succeed!

I will tell Count Bet the truth!

For the sake of our friendship, please leave everything to me!"

Alves said solemnly.

Hayes nodded gratefully.

"Alves, you will be my best friend for life! "

Alves immediately laughed. The young man from the Golden Lion family patted Hayes on the shoulder and walked straight out.

His carriage left after sending him there.

He was going to stay here.

His carriage would pick him up tomorrow at noon.

At this moment, the young member of the Golden Lion family was extremely grateful for this.

If his carriage was still here, how could he seize the opportunity in front of him?

Alves looked back at the holiday estate, and a trace of apology appeared in his eyes.

But the next moment, it was replaced by burning.

That is--

ambition!