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General Yorkoff's Mansion---

2nd floor, fitness room.

A gust of wind pierced through the old Gothic windows, the thick candles shook their shadows, and the glass chandelier overhead swayed, smoothing the otherwise suffocating atmosphere.

General Yorkoff slashed down with a sword, like this flowing wind, rolling up a gust of wind, turning into a light wheel and attacking Song Zhichao's face.

So ferocious, so swift, so merciless.

Song Zhichao's footsteps moved, his body leaned slightly, and he held a slender fencing sword and pointed it at the Yorkoff giant sword.

The soft fencing bounced up instantly, and while preventing the giant sword from slashing, it also helped Song Zhichao change his footsteps and quickly retreat.

Jingling!

Jingle Bell!

Song Zhichao constantly changes his pace, dancing as light, like the male protagonist in the French movie "The Three Musketeers", facing the fierce Vikings of Yorkoff, fearless.

Yorkef held the sword in both hands, opened and closed widely, at first he had the upper hand, and his momentum was impressive, but as time passed, the disadvantages of his strength came out, and every time he split a sword, he only needed to change his breath, and now he had to take two or three breaths to split a sword.

Jingling!

Song Zhichao hit the bottom of York's giant sword with a sword, the soft sword body bent an arc, Yorkoff was waiting for this opportunity, this time he didn't continue to swing the giant sword to attack, but instead freed his hand and punched Song Zhichao's chest.

Song Zhichao seemed to have been on guard, and when Yokoff called, he swapped his left and right feet, moved his body sideways, and instantly dodged Yokoff's strange punch. Yokefu saw that his fist was missing, but he laughed, and the hand holding the giant sword took advantage of the situation to flirt and slashed at Song Zhichao's chest--- this is his killing move.

Ginger is still old and spicy!

Bang.

The giant sword slashed at Song Zhichao's chest--- to be precise, it slashed at a pair of shields on Song Zhichao's chest.

It turned out that while Yokfu was showing his skills, Song Zhichao had already picked up the cowhide shield hanging on a pair of armor next to him, and blocked it on his chest--- sure enough, he saved his life.

Yorkfu never expected Song Zhichao to be so alert, and he actually took off his shield and resisted his own killing blow, and was a little stunned for a while.

At this time, Song Zhichao suddenly laughed, the shield in his left hand, the fencing --- fencing in his right hand struck a few times on the shield, the corners of his mouth curled, and he said to General Yorkev provocatively: "You are old, you should surrender!"

"Is it? Don't you Chinese know that sentence? What does it mean to be old and strong!" After speaking, General Yorkev once again held his sword in both hands and slashed at Song Zhichao.

Knock knock!

This time, Song Zhichao didn't dodge at all with the shield in his hand, and directly collided with York's giant sword.

The greatsword slammed into the shield with a thud.

Once, twice, three or four times!

Song Zhichao didn't know how many times he blocked it, but he felt that the arm holding the shield was shaking and sore, and his mouth was about to crack.

The old fellow Yorkoff is still like a toothless tiger, rampage, constantly wielding a giant sword and slashing.

"Let's end it!" Song Zhichao was a little impatient.

When Yorkef swung his sword again, Song Zhichao directly threw the shield out.

With a bang, the giant sword smashed the thrown shield away, and at the same time, Song Zhichao's body was like a wrong step, and the fencing stabbed directly into York's throat.

Yorkoff was obscured by the smashed shield, and by the time he could see clearly, the sharp tip of his sword was already within reach.

What should I do if I can't dodge?

With a bang, Yorkoff cleverly threw away the giant sword in his hand, and at the same time, Song Zhichao's fencing stopped three inches from his throat, not moving.

A bead of sweat the size of a bean rolled down General Yorkoff's forehead, he looked at the tip of the sword that was still about three inches in his throat, couldn't help swallowing saliva, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Song Zhichao: "Dear Song, oh no, dear son-in-law, you don't really want to stab me to death, do you?"

"Of course not, we were just fighting, weren't we?" Song Zhichao said as he stretched out his foot and kicked away the giant sword that had fallen to the ground, before slowly retracting the slender fencing.

Seeing this, Yorkoff exhaled, instantly lost his previous arrogant momentum, and said to Song Zhichao: "You won." ”

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General Yorkoff was a man who did not give in easily.

He has been on the battlefield for a long time, has experienced the rain of bullets, and has always believed that he is born with iron and blood and is not afraid of death.

This time, he fought with Alah, but because his strength was not as good as before, he fell behind everywhere, and his self-esteem was strongly hit.

According to Yokoff, the former Allah was not even enough to carry his shoes, but now he almost drove him to the brink of extinction.

Although he faced consecutive defeats in the face of Alah, General Yokov didn't think that he had lost in his heart, and even, he thought that he still had a chance to turn over--- yes, he was a general on the bloody battlefield, how could he lose to a clown who played with power?

Therefore, when General Yorkev knew that his daughter Eva had contacted Song Zhichao privately and asked Song Zhichao to return to Russia to preside over the overall situation, General Yorkoff was furious.

He felt that his daughter was looking down on him by doing this, thinking that he was too old --- something he could solve, so why did he let Song Zhichao, an outsider, come over to help?

What's more, General Yorkoff has been calculating Song Zhichao all along, waiting to get rid of that damn Allah, and then get those three oil fields under the name of his own grandson Alexander.

General Yokefu was reluctant to let Song Zhichao know about the existence of Little Alexander--- he believed that Little Alexander was a trump card to balance Song Zhichao, and it must not be shown in advance.

But now---

It's all over.

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The bald butler handed over a white towel.

Song Zhichao and General Yorkfu wiped their sweat.

"I said you won, only in terms of strength--- yes, if I were a year or twenty younger, you would definitely not be my opponent!" General Yorkoff wiped his face and casually threw the white towel to the bald butler.

The bald butler seemed to be accustomed to this "casualness" of General Yorkoff, and even reached out and took it with agility.

"But little Alexander still can't go back with you, he's my grandson, my heir, I hope you understand. ”

For such an unreasonable old guy, Song Zhichao's answer was: "It's true that he is your grandson, but it is my blood!"

General Yorkoff smiled, "For the sake of your bloodline, I will consider giving you one of the three oil fields ---!."

"But---" Yorkoff raised his finger and pointed at Song Zhichao's nose: "That's all! I hope you don't bother him in the future." ”

Yorkoff felt that he was already very benevolent, and the weight of an oil field was not light, it was tens of billions of gold and silver.

Song Zhichao smiled, handed the white towel to the bald butler, and said to General Yorkeve: "Have you done the master? Maybe you didn't understand from the beginning that those oil fields didn't belong to you at all! ”

"You ---" Yorkoff pointed at Song Zhichao, his lips trembling with anger.

Song Zhichao pushed his finger back, "Don't want you, you--- you and I should defeat that Alah first, otherwise, everything is empty talk!"

Yorkoff: "......"

At this time, next to him, the bald butler said very uninterestingly: "Master, dinner is ready!"