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Melis asked: "Can we help Tomorrow Group?"

"Help, must help!" Helot said: "Whatever the Deep Prison wants to do, I will do the opposite. Do you still remember those mechanical transformations made of corpse puppets we saw in the Iron Stone Community?"

"Remember!"

Helot said: "Those things should have been made by some people from the Rust Nobles and the corpse stitchers. It's just that the technology of the Imperial Heavy Industry is still in the second generation of extraordinary, and it can't build a too powerful corpse puppet machine. If it is Deep Prison has obtained the technology of Tomorrow Group, so I don’t know what they can put together.”

Melis recalled the mechanical corpse puppet she encountered in the Iron Stone Community. It was a disgusting thing with eyes all over its body, but it was indeed very strong.

"Should we warn Tomorrow Group?"

Helot said: "No need! Let the Rust Nobles and the Tomorrow Group fight. The harder they fight, the easier it will be to expose the evidence that the Rust Nobles colluded with the Deep Prison. We also take advantage of this period to accumulate strength, and when they fight, both sides will lose. , let’s take action to control the situation.”

Melis thought for a moment, and realized that the current strength of the Thirteenth Investigation Team was indeed not on the same level as the Rust Nobles. If you go head-to-head, your head will definitely be bruised and bloody, so why not...

"Let them fight dog while we watch the show."

"Ahem..." Helot choked and coughed: "This metaphor is very vivid! But we can't just watch the show. The most convenient way for the Rust Nobility to annex the Tomorrow Group is to find the General Bureau of Commercial Investigation to dismantle the Tomorrow Group. Sold separately.

I need to meet with Chief Couribal to cut off the Rust Nobles’ commercial means of dealing with the Tomorrow Group, so that they can only use the death case of Earl Secome to cause trouble. The Tomorrow Group will not lose too quickly. "

Melis agreed with Helot's countermeasures. She said, "I will arrange a meeting between you and Chief Couribal. Princess Maelubelli will invite you, so he won't dare to hide away."

"Okay, you arrange it!" After getting down to business, Herot couldn't help but ask: "Is there really no follow-up to the story of your family's origin? The ending of that story simply cannot explain that the ancestors of the Erwin family were the ones who took revenge in the story. man."

Melis smiled and said: "The story was passed down by the first generation of Snow Duke, and that's the end! We, the descendants, can't add or change it casually. Since you think the story of the Erwin family is not exciting enough, why don't you tell me about it? I wonder if the origin of the Lawrence family is different from the version I heard."

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you..."

…

At this time, on a beach southeast of Covenant City, the sea breeze was blowing slowly, and the waves hit the rocks on the shore again and again.

Seven people stood nervously on the shore, looking anxiously into the dark ocean.

"Captain, when will the ship arrive?"

The person called the captain is the leader of Earl Secombe's guard.

He turned around to look at the subordinates who had escaped with him. They were all in a state of disgrace, with many tears and blood stains on their clothes.

It was obvious that he had been through a great war.

"It should be soon!" The captain looked at the sea again. In fact, he didn't know when the ship would come.

"We are being hunted by unknown persons, so we should ask for asylum from the Rust Nobles. Although Earl Secombe was assassinated under our protection,... the responsibility is not entirely ours."

The captain's expression was very serious, and his brows were knitted together: "We know too much. Only death can keep the secret. This is also the result that the Rust Nobles want."

"Captain, I mean...the people who are chasing us are sent by the Rust Nobles."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. If you are lucky enough to escape the empire alive, don't come back again, let alone contact you again."

Several people were silent.

A few days ago, they were the count's guards that everyone envied. Today, they have become desperate dogs. They don't know if they can escape alive.

A short whistle came from the sea.

"Here we come!" The captain took out his flashlight and used the light to guide the ship in the darkness.

After a while, a motor boat appeared and sailed towards this side.

There was a shirtless man standing on the bow of the boat. He was extremely muscular, with an inverted triangle upper body and exaggerated muscles. He has long golden curly hair and yellow eyes, like a lion staring at its prey.

The captain noticed blood flowing out of the drain on the side of the boat, immediately threw the flashlight on the ground, and punched the person on the bow.

The fist wind dispersed the oncoming waves, rolled up a waterspout, and rushed towards the motor boat with the momentum of crushing everything.

The man standing on the bow of the boat did not dodge. His hair was flying with fighting spirit, and his face was full of excitement for the battle. He clenched his fist to gather strength and punched the oncoming waterspout. A roaring lion appeared in the shadow of his fist, and the wind from his fist blasted through the air with a roar.

The waterspout was dispersed.

The lion roared again, and the man's second punch split the sea surface, roaring and crashing into the people on the sea.

The aperture glove covered the captain's fist, and he punched out an air barrier to block the blow of the man on the ship. He then shouted to the subordinates behind him: "The person who responded to us is dead, prepare to break out!"

But just when they were about to evacuate the coast, they discovered that there were suddenly many people around.

Surrounded!

The tacit understanding developed through training allowed the seven people to immediately form a defensive formation back to back in the form of a demonic boxer.

The boat hit the beach, and the lion-like man on the bow jumped off. He shouted to the people surrounding him: "Don't move, all of you, these people are mine!"

The man was full of fighting spirit, his hair was like a lion's mane, and his momentum was violent.

The captain couldn't believe what he saw and said in surprise: "The war mad blood of Duke Mad Lion!"

The man laughed: "Hahaha... You guessed it right! This is the bloodline of Zhan Kuang. You should all feel honored to be killed by me!"

The captain responded: "An arrogant lion will also be killed by a pack of hyenas."

"No! A dog is a dog, and it is impossible to defeat a lion. Tonight, you will use your lives to announce the return of the Mad Lion Duke. We will eventually hold the Holy Grail filled with golden blood to pay homage to the heroic spirits of our ancestors."

The captain smiled and said: "You may not know that our ancestors followed the Secombe family and the Golden Blood family to conquer the Mad Lion Duke. We won that battle, and the Golden Blood is the strongest bloodline!"

The man showed anger, but quickly calmed down: "Want to anger me? You almost succeeded! Let's fight, I want to see... who's stronger between your fists and mine!"

"Then try it."

The captain punched and attacked, and at the same time said to his subordinates: "I will contain him, and you can break out when you have the chance."

The man raised his fist and said, "None of you can escape!"

Fist to fist, there was a loud bang, and the shock wave pushed the waves overturned.