They all call me master

Chapter 840 Battle of Siuk Street Ⅱ

Alves was dressed in luxurious clothes, just like a noble attending a ball in the 'Silver Age'. He not only wore a white wig, but also applied makeup. The white stockings highlighted the muscle lines of his calves. When he raised his hands, He picked up the tea cup slowly and lightly.

The whole process seemed very elegant.

The teacup contained Alves’ favorite tea.

At this moment, the young man from the Golden Lion family was stirring the sterling silver spoon.

This is his favorite tea set brought from his home in Neiwan.

Alves thought he would be happy if his favorite tea and his favorite tea set were used together.

Can……

I don’t know why, but I have added two spoons of sugar, but Alves still can’t feel the sweetness it should have.

Instead, it tastes bitter and astringent.

Moreover, he didn't know why he always felt tight in his heart.

‘What’s going on?

Did my plan go wrong?

No!

I am a person favored by fate! ’

Alves thought with uneasiness in his heart, but immediately shook his head vigorously in denial.

He comforted himself with 'fate's favor'.

However, he forgot that fate also has a price.

Just like a girl in a club, once you sit down, the price is clearly marked, and of course, you can also choose to change a batch.

But after all, you need to pay.

If you have no money?

Then you have to get beaten or sacrifice your body.

And 'destiny' is much scarier than the girl in the club.

Alves, who doesn't understand this truth, is doomed to be played by fate——

Time passed by minute by minute.

Alves' inner dissatisfaction became more intense.

Not only is it rich, it's also cold.

At this moment, it is completely like frost and dew in autumn and winter.

Unconsciously, Alves shuddered.

The [spirituality] of this young man from the Golden Lion family reminded him.

'It's fine! It's fine! It'll be fine for sure! ’

While Alves continued to comfort himself, he stood up involuntarily.

He looked at the dead soldier beside him.

In order to make the plan go more smoothly, he didn't leave many dead soldiers around, only this one.

The remaining people were sent out.

In particular, Earl Bet, in order to be sure, almost entirely bet all his wealth on the matter.

Otherwise, he was worried that his people would not be able to see the count.

But now he regrets it.

A dead soldier makes him feel insecure.

Even at this time, it would be good to have one more.

"You stay here and wait for news."

Alves ordered the dead man like this.

Afterwards, the young man from the Golden Lion family was ready to temporarily leave this hidden safe house and enter another safe house to wait for news.

However, the moment he opened the door to the secret room, the young man from the Golden Lion family froze on the spot.

because--

Gresa Hamlet.

Standing outside the door, the little lion wearing a hood and cloak immediately took off his hood after seeing his brother of the same race, revealing a bright smile.

"Good expression, Alves."

The little lion looked at Alves, who was frozen in place, with a face full of teasing.

Then, without waiting for Alves to answer, he pushed the other party away and walked into the secret room.

As for the dead soldier?

The body and head have long been separated.

The dead soldier with eyes wide open really refused to rest in silence. He didn't know how he died until his death. With the remaining consciousness, he could only feel his own blood flowing out, quickly dyeing the whole room red.

The little lion lowered his head and glanced at the dead man, his eyes full of disdain.

However, when he looked at Alves who returned to the secret room, his disdain immediately turned into ridicule.

"I thought you would run away."

The little lion said this.

"run?

Can I run away? "

Alves asked rhetorically.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

The little lion sat in the chair, folded his arms across his chest, and looked at ease.

And this look completely angered Alves.

Bang!

Alves punched the table and shouted angrily——

"Is this your trap?"

“Shh!

Don't be so loud!

Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear the clarion call of victory! "

The little lion raised his right index finger to his mouth to signal Alves to be quiet. But how could Alves be quiet?

Alves didn't even go around the table, but directly leaned out and grabbed the little lion by the collar.

Then--

A cold light flashed.

Alves' palm fell off along with his forearm.

Alves was stunned for a moment, followed by howls of pain.

“Ahhhhh!

How dare you? "

The voice was full of disbelief, and the expression was twisted in pain and disbelief.

The little lion flicked his fingers, threw the silver table knife he just picked up on the table, and said leisurely——

"Alves, Alves.

You don't still expect me to let you live, do you?

You are so naive!

No!

Not just naive, but stupid! "

Having said this, the little lion sighed with pretense of regret.

"It's a pity that after today, I no longer have the fun of playing with you. Maybe you don't know it?

When you appeared at Hayes' place, I kept an eye on you.

In short, everything you do is under my surveillance.

Are you blaming Hayes?

No, no, no.

Hayes is a good young man. Although I will let him go to the 'Eternal Resting Place' to accompany you in a few days, he is really good.

At least, he let me get the whole Bet Territory."

The little lion walked in front of Alves, lowered his head slightly again and looked at the other party with a face full of resentment and dissatisfaction, and made a sound of tut-tut like teasing a dog.

"Why are you not convinced?

You still think that you can beat me after bypassing Hayes?

You are really hopelessly stupid!

Do you think that I have done nothing for all these years except playing games with you, Dieudonne and Bistry?

I have cultivated one hidden chess piece after another and spread them all over the South County.

As long as the opportunity arises, I will give an order and let them help me control the entire territory.

It's like-

Beth Territory!"

At this point, the little lion turned and walked towards the chair.

The first heir of Neiwan was ready to sit back in the chair and tease the fool Alves for a while.

Of course he would not kill him.

In addition to the fact that today was destined to be a long day and it would be boring without someone to relieve boredom, there was another important reason: the other party's father.

His uncle.

Barrow Hamlet really made him uneasy.

He was going to use Alves as a chess piece to test the other party again.

However, the next moment, the little lion's plan was broken.

Alves died.

The heart was taken out, and the whole person melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heart appeared in the hands of a neatly dressed, handsome middle-aged man. The other party looked at Alves' heart, first smelled it, then licked it, and threw it on the floor next to him like vomiting. Then, the pair of narrow and beautiful eyes stared at the little lion.

Suddenly, the little lion's hair stood up all over his body.

The voice that came out of his mouth became particularly shocked-

"Count Bette?"