The soldiers of the Association of Mercenaries were hesitant. The mercenaries dared to disrespect Cromwell in public, so they obviously had something to rely on. They couldn't afford to offend such a mercenary, but they had no choice but to follow orders from above. They slowly surrounded Morrisons. One of the soldiers whispered, "Your Excellency …"
Morrisons reached out and pushed the soldier back a few steps. "This is none of your business. Stand aside. Hey, old man, didn't you want to catch me? Do it yourself! "Morrisons provocatively crooked his finger.
"How arrogant. Looks like you don't put the Mercenary Association in your eyes." Cromwell sneered. "To deal with someone like you, I must use a thunderous method!" As soon as he finished speaking, Cromwell pulled out his longsword with a clang.
Morrisons frowned slightly. Using a weapon was a serious matter. If they really fought, it would be difficult to show mercy. Both sides didn't like each other. Morrisons couldn't help but turn around and look at Han Jin.
Han Jin nodded slightly. Moxinke drew out his huge sword and stared at Cromwell coldly. His heroic spirit was aroused and he looked at Cromwell coldly.
"You still want to resist? You asked for it yourself! " Cromwell sneered and slowly walked towards Morrisons. As the distance between the two gradually shortened, Cromwell released his combat aura. The weather was already cold, but now the temperature suddenly dropped. Snowflakes rapidly circled around Cromwell.
Just when the distance between the two was less than ten meters, a ball of red light swooped down from the sky. Cromwell's pupils suddenly shrank, and he swung his sword up to meet it. With a boom, the two long swords collided with each other without any fancy moves. The Combat Aura spread out in all directions. With Cromwell as the center, the surrounding snow was swept away, revealing the green slate. Countless snowflakes and chunks of snow flew up more than ten meters into the air. Some of the onlookers were caught off guard and were hit by the flying chunks of snow.
Cromwell took a few steps back and barely managed to stabilize himself. The attacker did a somersault and landed lightly on the ground. Cromwell's expression changed slightly when he saw who it was. "Saxon, what's the meaning of this?!"
"Didn't you want to fight? Can't I help you? "Saxon said with a chuckle.
The windows of the restaurant facing the street were pushed open one by one, and a dozen figures jumped down from the windows. There were warriors and bandits, but the warriors didn't draw their weapons, and the bandits didn't activate invisibility. Each of them had a gloating smile on their faces as they surrounded Cromwell and his men.
Winston and Dwightsteel appeared at the window. Dwightsteel's appearance was a bit strange. He had a head of shiny black hair, but his temples were pale, and his forehead was full of wrinkles. However, his eyebrows and eyes looked very young. Coupled with his black and white beard, it was hard to guess his true age.
"Lord Cromwell, it's been a while. What have you been up to?" Dwightsteel asked.
"Lord Dwightsteel, I went to Fatto City and only returned a few days ago." Cromwell was very humble. Although he was a member of the Mercenary Association, he dared not be rude in front of the famous Viper Knight in the mercenary world.
"Have you been gone for a long time?"
"More than two months."
"Oh, so that's how it is." Dwightsteel paused, as if he suddenly remembered something. "Didn't you want to fight? Let's fight first. We'll talk after the fight. "
Cromwell was stunned. He recognized that the mercenaries around him were not only from the Reaper Mercenary Team, but also from the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group. He felt that there must have been a misunderstanding, and he thought that he could talk to Dwightsteel and resolve the misunderstanding. Who knew that Dwightsteel wouldn't even give him the chance to do so?
In fact, when Dwightsteel saw Cromwell making things difficult for Morrisons on the street, he guessed that there might be some internal conflict within the Mercenary Association. However, after a few probing words, Cromwell revealed that he wasn't following anyone's orders. He was just ignorant. Since that was the case, Dwightsteel didn't bother to say anything else.
"What's going on?" Gibran, who was walking in front, noticed the situation behind him and rushed over with the Red Vanguards.
Cromwell's face was ashen. He couldn't believe his eyes. The Reapers, the Red Vanguards, and the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group were all helping this guy in front of him?! When it came to fear, he wasn't afraid of Dwightsteel or Winston. The former was a nice guy, and the latter was just. He could find other ways to deal with them. However, Gibran was different. Anyone who mentioned Gibran would think of two words: ruthless and vengeful! With Gibran involved, no matter how the situation was resolved, he wouldn't have a good time! In other words, unless Gibran was satisfied, he would have to wait to be stabbed in the back.
"Lord Gibran!" Cromwell forced a smile. "There must be some misunderstanding here."
"Old man, why didn't you say it was a misunderstanding? You waited until my brothers came, and now you're saying it's a misunderstanding … Isn't it a little too late? "Morrisons sneered.
"Did this guy offend you?" Gibran said softly. "He … should be from the Mercenary Association, right?"
"What? Are you scared? "Morrisons glanced at Gibran.
"Scared?" Gibran chuckled and glanced over. Hayden and Charles wobbled forward and joined the encirclement as well. Edwina caressed her longbow nonchalantly. The hostility of the Red Vanguards was very obvious.
Cromwell's heart sank. He could see that the relationship between Gibran and the big guy was equal. Their conversation was very casual. To be able to win Gibran's attention, it was definitely not simple. This time, he had poked the hornet's nest!
Just a moment ago, Cromwell's men were still holding shining longswords, but now they were all very obedient. Their longswords had long been sheathed. What kind of joke was this? What use was a longsword when surrounded by so many high-grade mercenaries? If a fight really broke out, the ones holding the longswords would definitely be the ones to suffer the most!
Winston and Dwightsteel walked out of the restaurant. Dwightsteel smiled at Han Jin. "Lord Raphael, where are you going?"
"I heard that the caravan from Cold Shadow City is here. We're going to take a look." Han Jin smiled.
"What a coincidence. We want to go too. Let's go together."
"Sure."
Dwightsteel turned his head and saw that the two sides were still facing each other. He couldn't help but frown. "Is this how you fight? Be a man and be more straightforward! I don't want to stand here with you guys in a daze. " In fact, Dwightsteel was indeed a nice guy. The key was whether or not the other party had the right to make him a nice guy. This had nothing to do with strength. Even if Cromwell was just a commoner, Dwightsteel wouldn't deliberately bully him. What happened downstairs had been clearly seen by the Dragon Singer mercenaries. If Morrisons hadn't intervened, they would have rushed down to save Cromwell.
Cromwell sheathed his longsword like his men. His eyes were cold, and his body was straight. In this situation, he could only maintain his dignity with indifference. However, his forced indifference was immediately shattered by the fists flying toward him. Anyone's face would be twisted if their nose was hit!
A group of Eighth Stage, Ninth Stage, and even Tenth Stage powerhouses actually used their fists to brawl, and even ganged up on one another. This could be considered a strange story! Moreover, their expressions weren't serious at all. They were laughing and joking, like children playing games. Cromwell had already been knocked down, so he didn't dare to release his Combat Energy to protect himself. He could only try his best to protect his head and let the punches and kicks hit him. He looked even more pitiful than the girl who had just been beaten up. However, no one sympathized with him. Dauncy's "uncle" was filled with the joy of surviving a desperate situation, and it also exposed the relationship between them.
Morrisons didn't stay idle either. He went straight for Dauncy, and with a few punches, he once again knocked Dauncy down into the snow.
Cromwell's men were fine. Of course, they didn't dare to interfere and could only stand there blankly. A group of tigers was toying with a lamb. What could they do? Even if they were wolves, they would still run far away, let alone sheep!
"That's enough!" Dwightsteel said, "Since they're not fighting back, let's not bully them too much. Let's just forget about it!"
The mercenaries also felt that it was pointless and stopped. Cromwell was still curled up in the snow. Logically speaking, he should be using his eyes to express his anger instead of curling up like a turtle. However, he really didn't dare. According to his knowledge, there were at least a dozen nameless murders that were related to Gibran. It could even be said that he and many other mercenaries knew that it was Gibran who did it! However, without any direct evidence, he could only leave it at that. If he showed even the slightest bit of hatred, who knew if Gibran would let him go?
"Sassoux, send this girl back," Han Jin said slowly.
Sassoux was stunned, but he immediately understood what Han Jin meant. After being humiliated like this, the other party wouldn't dare to seek revenge. It was very likely that they would shift their target to the girl. Han Jin was expressing his stance, as well as warning them.
"Okay." Sassoux smiled.
The girl was scared out of her wits. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that she would cause such a huge commotion. She didn't even react when Sassoux spoke to her.
Everyone left the humiliated Cromwell and walked about thirty meters before Gibran suddenly stopped. "Chipango."
"Lord Gibran, you called for me?"
"Follow him."
Chipango glanced at Han Jin from the corner of his eyes. He wasn't one of Gibran's men, and this matter concerned his loyalty. He couldn't be careless.
Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Dwightsteel sighed, but he didn't say anything. The mercenaries who had nothing better to do dared to criticize Dwightsteel behind his back, but no one dared to say anything about Gibran. This was because Gibran was someone who liked to walk in the dark and use underhanded methods to solve his problems. However, after today's incident, his relationship with Han Jin had obviously warmed up. Stepping forward to stop Gibran would ruin the harmonious atmosphere, which was very foolish.
(Today was a very helpless day. My girlfriend came to my door and asked me why I didn't answer her calls. I said I had a terrible headache and was lying in bed the whole time. She also asked me why I didn't pick her up from work when I knew it was snowing. I said I didn't even have the strength to answer her phone, so how could I pick her up? But it's stupid to reason with a woman. She also said that her colleagues at the hospital all had husbands and boyfriends who came to pick them up. Now that the flu was so serious, how could they not be sick? If they could persist, why couldn't I? At the time, I was speechless. I had talked to Xiaoxiao a while ago, and she gave me a reasonable and basic request. Every day, I would update at a certain time. She said that there would be a lot of people between 7 and 8. I thought about it well today. At noon, I had a terrible headache, so I decided not to force myself to continue writing. I went to rest for a while and set my alarm to 5. No matter how slow I was, I would have written at least 3000 words between 5 and 9. An hour later was barely acceptable. But with this incident, everything was ruined. Those who had a girlfriend and a wife probably understood that many times, women really lacked rationality. When I poured water to take my medicine, she poured it into the toilet for me. When I went to cook instant noodles, she put out the fire. When I was about to read my book review, she pulled out the plug. No matter what I did, she would follow behind and cause trouble for me. She said that she was in a bad mood, which meant that I couldn't be in a good mood either. When I tried to reason with her, she was more reasonable than I was. When I tried to coax her, she wouldn't listen. I'll stop talking. Without a woman, it's cold from the inside out. With a woman, it's tiring from the inside out.)
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