"Get out of here, all of you!"

"What did you say?"

The third steward's eyes widened when he heard this.

He only said that he was already very arrogant on weekdays, but he didn't expect the handsome young man in front of him to be even more excessive.

His first reaction was: This kid is not sick in the brain, right?

But after thinking about it, this big nose is the old fritter in the club, and it is the clever person who the boss is afraid of causing trouble for himself, so he specially arranged it in the inner city to help him.

Looking at him like this, is it...

Sure enough, he squeezed his little eyes and looked the two of them up and down, and also saw the swan mark on Yilman's collar.

The surprise of the three stewards is not trivial, but his tone is still not soft:

"Who am I, it turned out to be the young master of the Swan family, you are a big family, and the Rift Tile Society has always had nothing to do with the well water and the river water, so why did you bully the door today?"

Ilman poked his head out from behind Charles, glanced at the tall and mighty third steward, combined with the information from his father's dossier, coughed lightly, suppressed his immature voice, and put on a serious tone:

"Bridge, this place has been surrounded by the city defense army and my swan guard, if you know each other, you can obediently cooperate with us, otherwise, harbor the members of the killer organization, you know what the fate is!"

"Huh?" Charles glanced back at Ihlman, how could this still have something to do with the Killer Organization?

Feeling Charles's angry and puzzled eyes, Yilman quietly pulled the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice:

"This gang of people has been watching the city defense army for a few months, and today I helped him serve him together, I owe you a favor. ”

"If you don't say that I have to serve him, I have to serve him!" Charles was too lazy to care so much, he was occupied by someone who occupied his shop, and there was a killer hidden, and he was about to be blown up.

"City Defense!?"

Bridge, the third steward, stayed on Ilman's body for a moment with a small eye, and he didn't know what he thought, and a treacherous smile suddenly opened at the corner of his mouth:

"It turned out to be Young Master Yilman, you are a decent person, why bother to wade into this troubled water?

Before he could finish speaking, Bridge had already rushed up with an arrow, and actually reached out and went straight to Yilman's neck.

"Don't go!"

Oops! At this distance, you can't use a half-sword shot!

Yillman subconsciously took two steps back, and the door was next to the original cash register, and drawing his sword was bound to be blocked.

And he clearly remembered that the third steward of this Rift Tile Society was a genuine ninth-level warrior.

Even his father Edelman's plan to close the net was not carried out until this Bridge was away.

At this moment, if he misses and is caught, the soldiers outside will throw a mouse trap, and the entire improvised planned operation will be over!

Bridges really has a good calculation, if the little young master of the dignified city defense corps falls into his own hands, not to mention that he can keep himself safe out of the city, the two evil stars in the backyard can also follow him to accept his love.

It's a big deal to follow the two adults to Dotland City in the future, and when the time comes, ask the two adults for guidance, and after wandering outside the general-level gate for so many years, maybe you will be able to break through.

Seeing that Ihlman was like a chick that he could reach out to grab it, Bridge's face already had a smug smile on his face.

Unfortunately, an indifferent voice sounded in him and Yilman, like a basin of cold water ruthlessly extinguishing his sweet dream:

"Iron Net!"

A large net suddenly shot out from the silver sledgehammer at his feet, covering him tightly from the bottom up.

"What!

Bridges is also a ninth-level warrior, and when he saw this, he immediately tried to break the iron net.

However, how could Charles do what he wanted, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Bridge's whole body was pulled by the iron net and flew towards Charles.

"Spiral!

The internal force of the auger was ready to be released in his palm, and as soon as he touched the iron net, he quickly rotated and tightened along the net, bringing countless steel elements together, just like two big hands twisting the ends of the iron net, twisting fiercely:

"Gurrah—"

It's the sound of bones being crushed and broken!

Before Bridge could try to break free from the iron net, he was twisted and deformed by the sudden force.

Not only were his hands and feet squeezed into a weird twisted shape, but even his ribs were broken.

"Ahem!" a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, staining his shirt red.

Although Charles is heavy, he has a little leeway, otherwise with the cultivation of Bridge's ninth-level warrior, he would have been twisted into a humanoid twist by the strength of the auger.

"Three stewards!"

"Third Master!"

“......”

In an instant, the rabbit fell up, and the usually invincible madman Bridge was already tied up and seriously injured.

"Steel, steel elemental magic, you, you are Lord Eagle......" The big nose and a thin face had been turned blue with fright, and there was no blood left, only to hear him mutter:

"Griffin, Griffin......"

"It's over, it's over, it's over, three things, you, you ......"

The more he thought about it, the more ugly his face became, and he finally understood now that this shop was actually the property of the young eagle.

After figuring out the key to this, the big nose couldn't stand anymore, only to see that his legs were weak, and he knelt down directly, lying on the spot and kowtowing vigorously:

"Lord Eagle, spare your life, spare your life, this is all the idea of the third and Bridge, and the two killers in the backyard were also arranged by him to stay overnight, and it has nothing to do with the Rift Club!"

"You really have a talent for the iron elemental!" said Ilman, looking at Charles with a complicated look in his eyes.

He was able to seriously injure a ninth-level fighter with a single gesture, and three months ago, he was just a little stronger than himself.

Ihlman clenched his fists, fingertips still palpable the scars from the fight three months ago.

Is the gap getting farther and farther away......

Charles and Ihlman were about to step forward and ask a few questions.

"Whoa—"

Suddenly, from the doorway behind the cash register, a blue-black flying shadow streamer shot out, hitting the mouth of the big nose, like a slap, knocking him out.

The big nose in mid-air only felt that his mouth was numb, his chin had been dislocated, and he didn't even have a chance to shout, so he fell into the pile of people and passed out directly.

"Ahh

"Spare your life!"

"Don't kill me, it's none of my business!"

"Spare your life!"

Several minions in the store couldn't see where the blue and black shot from, they only said that their big noses were killed, and they all thought it was Charles's hand, and they were all so frightened that they peed their pants, and they all knelt down, kowtowing desperately and begging for mercy.

For a moment, the whole room was filled with a burst of blood and stench.

Covering his nose, Ilman said to the minions on the ground, "Carry the two of them and wait outside!"

He saw that the killer in the backyard had moved, looked at Charles, shook his head slightly, and signaled him not to be impulsive:

"I'll call a couple of swan guards, and we'll go in together. ”

"No, they're going to die if they go in. ”

Charles lifted the steel sledgehammer, put it on his shoulder, and said lightly:

"There are rats in the house, and of course I catch them myself. ”