They all call me master.

Chapter 696 Chaotic Night IV

When Greysa Hamlet anticipated that the port of Dordot would fall into turmoil because of the 'River Church' and the 'Church of Pain', he had the idea of ​​raiding the port of Dordot.

The West Berlin Marquis was terrible.

But, he had Dale Poke!
There is also the 'Riptide Squad' founded by Dale Poke!
Even, the 'Inland River Church' can be completely sacrificed!
With such a preparation, it is enough to resist the Marquis of West Berlin!

and……

There is a chance to injure the opponent!
And for this opportunity, he was willing to sacrifice the entire "Inland River Church".

Why did he establish the 'Inland River Church'?
Isn’t it just for the port of Dordot?

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

His father would be very happy to see this situation!
Then, with his father coming forward...

Not only the port of Dordot, but the entire West Berlin will be divided by their family!
And he?

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

Thinking of the beauty of that moment, the old lion's eldest son raised his lips.

"Go get me a glass of wine."

Gracia Hamlet gave orders to her personal guard.

The eldest son of the old lion thought he should celebrate everything that was about to be his.

However, Gresa doesn't like champagne.

He prefers red wine.

The sour feeling and rich aroma fascinated him.

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

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

Leave silently.

Return silently.

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

A unique fragrance quickly filled the captain's room.

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

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

Immediately, the colors became more gorgeous.

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

pity……

The fruits of victory always come after twists and turns.”

As Gresa said this, he poured the red wine in the glass directly onto the personal guard standing in front of him.

Whoosh! Whizzing!

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 on the spot with a pop.

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

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

Because, the wine glass has arrived.

If the wine is an arrow, then the wine glass is like a cannonball.

boom!
Amid the deafening roar, the personal guard had to pull off his black robe. With a quick shake, the black robe spread out straight and formed a black wall.

This wall is waiting for the wine glass.

However, the wine glass returned to Gresa's hand again, along with the wine in it.

Not even a drop of the scarlet wine was spilled.

Sweet, who was disguised as the other party's personal bodyguard, had a solemn expression on his face.

He didn't see any traces of the wine or the glass rotating.

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

"Talent? Bloodline?"

Sweet asked in a deep voice.

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

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

But in his knowledge, there was no such secret technique.

Therefore, only talent and bloodline are left!
But shouldn’t the talent of the Golden Lion Family be ‘lion group’?

Why do we have the ability to travel through space?

And what about the offensive method just now?

Sudden talent change?

Bloodline mutation?
The West Berlin Marquis's swordsman was thinking in his heart, but Gresa Hamlet laughed.

The eldest son of the old lion, who had a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a strong nose bridge, a dignified appearance, and was dressed in a golden uniform, first smiled and then laughed.

At the end, he laughed so hard that he fell over.

But the next moment, the laughter disappeared.

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

There is just a hint of coldness.

This is anger.

It is also murderous intent.

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

He didn't understand why his perfect plan failed.

But he knew that he was very angry now.

He needed to blow off some steam.

And the guy in front of me is just right.

The title of the swordsman of the Marquis of West Berlin was sufficient.

It can just make up for his losses.

You have to know that he had built up the Duoyige Chamber of Commerce, Rota Chamber of Commerce and Feisel Chamber of Commerce with great difficulty.

It was completely lost before it could really play its role...

Damn it!
The rage in my heart grew stronger, and my murderous intent became more intense.

The voice was naturally icy cold.

"Why don't the West Berlin family retainers who can guess my actions guess my abilities?"

Gresa said, disappearing from the spot.

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

The West Berlin Marquis, the swordsman, immediately swung the robe in his hand behind his head, but as expected, it missed the target, and the sound of the wind moved from behind his head to in front of him.

It's a fist.

Subconsciously, Sweet raised his hand to block.

However, the moment the West Berlin Marquis's swordsman raised his arm, his [spirituality] went into a frenzy of alarm.

Without any hesitation, the West Berlin swordsman fell backwards.

Suddenly, the upper body of the West Berlin swordsman 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 leaning back posture and kicked his legs backward repeatedly.

The whole person began to retreat frantically.

But it's still too slow.

The fist hit Sweet's chest again.

then……

Sweet's chest broke.

It's like a mirror being hit by a hammer.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, cracks began to spread.

However, Gresa Hamlet became more and more angry.

Because he didn't really hit Sweet.

"Defense items?

I want to see how many defensive items you have!"

The old lion's eldest son snorted coldly.

Then, another punch was thrown.

Just as unpredictable, dangerous and terrifying as before.

But Sweet keenly noticed the difference.

The West Berlin Marquis's swordsman could clearly sense that the old lion's fists were slowing down.

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

So he narrowed his eyes, dodging and observing carefully.

After several times, he saw that Greysa's breathing was slightly rapid, and he also saw sweat on the tip of Greysa's nose.

This eldest son of the old lion is undoubtedly really overexerting himself.

So, maybe...

Suddenly, a bold idea appeared in the mind of the West Berlin Marquis Swordsman.

(End of this chapter)