Sean grinned and said, "Looks like Young Master Allen values your slaves very much."
Jim said from the side, "Young Master is just punishing them."
"I have to punish them myself." Allen emphasized, "I wonder if Mr. Sean has any way to do this?"
"The captain of the city defense team, Pierre, is my brother. It's not that there's no way at all, but you know …" Sean made a money-counting gesture.
Allen looked at Edward, who pushed a bag of silver coins he had found on the adventurer to Sean. Sean weighed the weight and said with satisfaction, "When will Young Master Allen leave?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"You will see those slaves at that time. To be honest, in order to personally punish them, you have to pay a big price." Said Sean.
Allen smiled. "I care more about the effect."
"You really are a man who does great things." After a few compliments, Sean took his leave.
Jim took Allen and the others to find a hotel to stay.
In the City Lord's Mansion, Baron York, who was already fifty, stood in front of the huge French window. Looking out of the window, the night of Sur City was cut into pieces by the rain. The baron's gaze pierced through the rain and landed on the faint outline of the Ash Mountain Range in the distance.
"Master, it's time to rest." The butler reminded.
"Rest?" York snorted, "I can't close my eyes, sir. I can't sleep at the thought of my treasures and wealth being occupied by a group of barbarians. "
The butler lowered his head and said, "Your wealth is already the best among your peers."
'"Mr. Lind, I have to admit that your words are very beautiful. But I know for myself what kind of wealth there is in a place like Sur City where birds don't shit. My little bit of wealth is not as much as the rich people in the countryside of Misili City. " Baron York looked hatefully at the Ash Mountain Range and said, "This is my territory. All the wealth in the territory should belong to me. The Ash Mountain Range was no exception. Those bold, damned barbarians actually refused to hand over my treasure. This was an illegal invasion! They must be razed to the ground, and their descendants should be lowly slaves! "
The butler reminded, "Didn't Baron Maud agree to lend you an army? Counting the journey, they should arrive tomorrow morning." It won't be long before your sword will be inserted into the peak of the Ash Mountains. "
"Yes, but I need to pay Stormwind City a twenty percent dividend for this. My dear Lind, can't you hear the gold crying? " Baron York's eyes were bloodshot. He raised his hand and shouted, "That's my wealth, my wealth!"
The voice came out of the City Lord's Mansion, but it was shattered by the whistling wind.
In another brightly lit room, there was a different kind of sound.
"Oh, Elena. My Elena, you are always so charming! "
Under the light, on the messy bed, a man as strong as a brown bear placed the long legs of the woman under him on his shoulders and then forcefully rammed into her. The woman grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands and screamed excitedly. Her cries stimulated the man's senses, and the man's attack became even more intense.
After the violent wind and rain, the woman gasped loudly. She hugged the man like an octopus and bit his earlobe. "Mr. Latis, you're always so brave and fierce. Every time you make me tired to death, "she said.
The man laughed and touched the woman's ample chest. "That's also because of you, Elena. Look at other women. I'm not interested in them. "
"Is that so? But every time you look at Lori and the others, your eyes aren't like what you said. "
"Nonsense. You, lie down for laozi. I haven't had enough yet. "
The woman exclaimed, "I can't take it anymore. Please let me go."
"Don't give me that." The man pulled her over and let her lie on the bed. Then, he lifted her slender waist and reclaimed the woman's body again.
In the end, both of them lay powerlessly on the bed.
"I saw Sean tonight." After resting for a while, the woman began to get up and put on her clothes.
"Sean, did you take that fat pig's business?"
"Of course not. In fact, he really did go to discuss business."
"What business?"
The woman thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be a few strangers. They have some plans to cooperate with Sean."
The man frowned and sat up. "Speak in detail."
The woman, who had already put on her dress, turned around and spread her hands. She smiled and said, "Mr. Latis, you know that my service is never free. Whether it's on the bed or in the mouth. "
The pun made the man react again. He took out a small bag of silver coins from the bed and shoved it under the woman's bra. "Tell me clearly."
The woman took out the bag and weighed it in her hand. Satisfied, she knelt down and lay on the man's lap. "Those strangers brought new technology. Sean is going to cooperate with them. If there are no accidents, the entire cotton textile market will be theirs in the future. I heard from the stranger that it seems to be a kind of worsted technology. Next time, they will directly bring ready-made clothes. Mr. Sean is going to bring it to Mr. Baron to look over. If everything goes well, we can officially start work. "
"Look, my information is detailed enough, isn't it?"
The man's expression changed and he said, "Damn it, Sean wanted to squeeze me out a long time ago. If they succeed, then there will be no place for me, Latis, in Sur City. "
"What are you going to do, Mr. Latis?" The woman kissed Latis's thigh.
Latis said in a deep voice, "Of course it's time to make those strangers disappear forever. It's time to deal with that fat pig Sean."
"Elena, I hope you don't use your mouth on Sean."
The woman shivered and forced a smile. "Of course, Mr. Latis, I only serve you."
"It's on the house." She grinned and buried her head in Latis's waist.
At daybreak, the rain stopped. It rained all night, filling Sur City with a thick fog in the morning. Allen and the others had breakfast and prepared to leave. It was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. The fog was so thick that people could only see things within a meter or two.
It was obvious that leaving the city was not going smoothly. Not long after leaving the hotel, footsteps could be heard on the streets. Jim frowned and wanted to ask, but he was stopped by Allen. A moment later, several figures appeared in front of them and surrounded them. These people had fierce gazes in their eyes and were holding sabers and axes in their hands. A man covered in tattoos stood at the front, clearly the leader of these people.
He was scraping his nails with a dagger, tilting his head and looking at Allen and the others maliciously.
Allen smiled faintly and said, "Looks like there are people in Sur City who don't welcome us."
"Of course, Mr. Latis doesn't like you. He has a suggestion. "The tattooed man chuckled.
"Oh, tell me."
"He wants you to disappear forever!"
"So that's how it is." Allen looked at Jim and said, "Is private fighting allowed in Sur City?"
"The law doesn't allow it, but as long as the city guards don't see it …"
Allen nodded and said happily, "That's enough."
Looking at his beaming face, the tattooed man shivered for no reason. He was still wondering where the chill came from when Allen whispered, "Leave that man behind and kill the rest."
Belmord bowed like an elegant noble and said, "As you wish."
When he straightened his body, Belmord waved his hands and seven or eight streaks of black lightning scattered away. The subordinates behind the tattooed man had a pitch-black throwing knife inserted between their eyebrows, and they were actually not happy in the slightest. Belmord didn't even look at the results of the battle. Two short black knives had already slipped down from his sleeves. He suddenly slid backwards and crashed into the crowd behind him. The two knives stabbed into the lower abdomen of the left and right people. The blade shook slightly and pulled horizontally, immediately tearing open the stomachs of the two people.
With a spin, his two sabers pulled out circles of black saber light and rushed in.
When Welik saw this, he immediately shouted, "Leave some for me."
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the hoodlums blocking the way had fallen. It could be seen how efficient Belmord was. Welik hurriedly crashed into the other side. If he didn't make a move, Belmord would steal all the limelight.
The tattooed man's entire body trembled as he watched the subordinates he had brought with him be killed by the two of them without any ability to retaliate. Only then did he know that he had provoked the wrong person. He turned around and was about to run when his heels suddenly hurt. His entire body flew up and then fell heavily to the ground. It wasn't easy for him to calm down, and his chest was heavy. Upon closer inspection, it was the young silver youth who pressed a black box on his body.
He didn't know what this thing was, but it was surprisingly heavy, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Allen pressed one hand on the saber sheath and said, "Don't be in a hurry to leave. Go back and tell Latis not to make trouble. Otherwise, the amount of blood he lost would not be this little. "
Lifting the saber sheath, Allen gestured to the back and the few of them left over the corpses on the ground. Only then did the tattooed man sit up and find that the battle was over. The two ruthless killers passed by him, and the man with the dagger still had time to grin at him. Only then did the tattooed man realize that there was not a single trace of blood on that person's body.
Only after they left did figures appear in the mist. The city guards blew their whistles and rushed over. The tattooed man hurriedly got up and ran into a nearby narrow alley in panic.
When he arrived at the city gate, Allen saw Sean. The fatty laughed and said, "Young Master Allen is really early."
He saw the blood stains on Welik's armor and the fatty narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you in trouble?"
"Not really, but there's someone named Latis who probably doesn't like us. As for now, he should be afraid of us. "Allen said calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
Sean had another intuitive understanding of the strength of these strangers. As an old opponent of Latis, he knew very well what kind of people that man had under his command. Xiao En was glad that he wasn't standing on the opposite side of Allen, knowing better what kind of strength the person who could easily deal with Latis had. The fatty whistled, and a few gunmen escorted Baku and his group over in the mist.
Baku and the others had their mouths stuffed, their hands twisted, and their feet locked in chains, making it extremely inconvenient for them to move. Sean threw a bunch of keys to Allen. "Mr. Allen, these are your slaves. You can punish them as much as you want."
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