They all call me master.

Chapter 840: Battle of Suk Street II

Alves was dressed in luxurious clothes, like an aristocrat attending a ball in the "Silver Age". He not only wore a white wig, but also put on makeup. The white stockings brought out the muscular lines of his calves. When he raised his hand, he picked up the teacup slowly and lightly.

The whole process looks very elegant.

The teacup contained Alves' favorite tea.

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

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

Alves originally thought that he would be happy if he used his favorite tea with his favorite tea set.

Can……

For some reason, even though he had added two spoonfuls of sugar, Alves still couldn'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?

Is my plan wrong?
Will not!
I am a person favored by fate! '

Alves thought with uneasiness in his heart, but immediately shook his head vigorously to deny it.

He comforted himself with 'the favor of fate'.

However, he forgot that fate also has a price.

Just like the girls in a club, once you sit down, the price is clearly marked. Of course, you can also choose to change a group.

But in the end, you need to pay.

What if you have no money?

Then you will have to get beaten or pay with your body.

And 'fate' is much scarier than the girls in the club.

Alves, who didn't understand this truth, was destined to be played by fate.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Alves' inner dissatisfaction grew stronger.

Not only rich, but also cold.

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

Alves shuddered unconsciously.

The spirituality of this young man from the Golden Lion family was reminding him.

'It's okay! It's okay! It's definitely going to be okay!'

Alves continued to comfort himself while standing up involuntarily.

He looked at the assassins around him.

In order to make the plan go more smoothly, he left only this one with him.

The rest of the people were sent out.

Especially Count Bate, in order to be absolutely sure, almost completely bet his entire fortune.

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

But now he regrets it.

A death warrior makes him feel insecure.

Even at this time, one more is good.

"You stay here and wait for news."

Alves gave these instructions to his assassins.

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

However, the moment he opened the door of the secret room, the young man from the Golden Lion family was stunned.

because--

Gracias Hamlet.

The little lion standing outside the door, wearing a hooded cloak, took off his hood and smiled brightly when he saw his brother.

"Nice expression, Alves."

The little lion looked at Alves, who was standing stiffly in place, with a playful look on his face.

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

As for that assassin?

The head and body had long been separated.

The assassin died with his eyes wide open. He had no idea how he died until his death. With the remaining trace of consciousness, he could only feel his blood flowing out, quickly dyeing the entire room red.

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

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

"I thought you would run away." said the little lion.

"run?

Can I run away?"

Alves asked back.

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

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

And this look completely angered Alves.

boom!
Alves slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily -

"Is this your trap?"

“Shh!

Don't be so loud!
Otherwise, I won’t be able to hear the trumpet of victory! "

The little lion raised his right index finger to his mouth, signaling Alves to be quiet, but how could Alves be quiet?
Alves didn't even go around the table, but leaned out directly and grabbed the little lion by the collar.

Then--

A cold light flashed.

Alves' palm and forearm fell off.

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

“Ahhhhh!
How dare you?

His voice was full of disbelief, and his expression was twisted in pain and disbelief.

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

"Alves, Alves.

You're not still expecting me to let you go, are you?

You are so naive!

Do not!
Not just naive, but stupid!"

Having said that, the little lion sighed with pretended regret.

“Unfortunately, after today, I will no longer have the pleasure of playing with you, maybe you don’t know?

I had my eye on you when you showed up at Hayes'.

Simply put, everything you do is under my surveillance.

Are you blaming Hayes?

No, no.

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

At least, he let me get the whole of Betland."

The little lion walked up to Alves, lowered his head slightly again and looked at the man with a face full of resentment and unwillingness, and started to make clicking sounds like teasing a dog.

"Why are you not convinced?
Do you still think that you can beat me after bypassing Hayes?
It's really hopelessly stupid!
Do you think I've done nothing all these years except playing games with you, Dieudonné and Pistry?

I trained one hidden agent after another and spread them all over Nanjun.

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

It’s like——

Betling! "

Having said that, the little lion turned and walked towards the chair.

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

Of course he wouldn't kill the other person.

Apart from the fact that today was destined to be a long day and it would be boring without anyone to entertain, there was another important reason: the other person's father.

His uncle.

Barrow Hamlet really made him worried.

He planned to use Alves as a chess piece to test his opponent again.

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

Alves is dead.

His heart was taken out and his whole body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heart appeared in the hands of a neatly dressed and handsome middle-aged man. The man looked at Alves' heart, first smelled it, then licked it, and threw it on the floor beside him as if vomiting. Then, his narrow and beautiful eyes stared at the little lion.

Suddenly, the little lion's hair stood on end.

The voice that blurted out became particularly shocked——

"Count Bert?"

(End of this chapter)