Seeing the drastic change in the tyrant's face, the earl's face was expressionless, and his voice was a little stiff: "It seems that you are still very afraid of them!"

Hearing this, the tyrant was silent and smiled bitterly.

Of course he was afraid!

Although he is the king and hegemon of the African continent, and the poisonous fang mercenary group he leads is famous all over the world, he really doesn't want to fight against the Chinese army!

Because he had no doubt that even if the elite of the entire Poison Fang mercenary group were all out, he would not be sure to win against the Huaxia Dragon Breath Special Combat Team led by the Dragon Emperor.

Everyone knows that the Chinese God of War lost two legs the last time he set foot on the land of Europe, but who can know how many masters he lost in that war, the dark world of Europe?

Even His Excellency Killing the Emperor almost died of serious injuries.

paid such a heavy price to make the legendary old man in China pay for two legs, and this deal seems to be a loss no matter how you look at it.

Not to mention that in addition to the God of War Dragon Emperor, Huaxia also has another guardian!

The god of Chinese medicine, Fu Jingyu!

As a world-class leader, of course the tyrant knew the news that some time ago, the first swordsman of Fuso, Chiba Shichiro, was killed by the Huaxia medical god Fu Jingyu on the top of the North Mountain outside Yanjing City, Huaxia!

This means that Fu Jingyu, the Chinese medical god, is still strong and still exists.

How could he not be afraid of such a terrifying character?

"Well, what I've asked you to do isn't go head-to-head with them!" said the Earl.

Hearing this, the tyrant's nervous mood relaxed, and he smiled bitterly: "Please show it to the earl!"

"Do you want to avenge your brothers who died in the Philippines?" the Count asked suddenly.

"Huh?" the tyrant's face changed again.

Because according to the information he learned, those subordinates were all killed by Long Xi, the strongest special forces team in Huaxia.

Isn't it to avenge your subordinates to find trouble with Dragon's Breath?

And Huaxia Dragon Breath is led by the Dragon Emperor of Huaxia, the God of War!

In this way, the Earl still has to deal with the Dragon Emperor himself?

However, what he said just now is not to confront them head-on!

The tyrant had a question in his heart, but he did not ask, but quietly waited for the next step from the Earl.

Sure enough, the Count continued, "Do you know who killed those men of yours?"

"Huaxia, Dragon's Breath Special Operations Squad!" said the tyrant in a deep voice!

The earl nodded and said, "You have always been far away in Africa, and you don't have a comprehensive understanding of Huaxia in recent times, so let's put it this way, you have heard of the savior who solved the super virus, and he is also a little doctor in Huaxia, right?"

"A young man, I've heard!" the tyrant nodded.

"Unfortunately, your brethren, he killed them!" said the Earl, laughing.

"Impossible!" the tyrant's first thought was impossible.

He didn't believe that how could a Chinese Chinese medicine practitioner have the ability to kill his battle-hardened elites?

"You should get out of Africa where birds don't, I think if you continue to stay in that place, you're about to be cut off from the latest information about the world!"

The Earl said coldly: "That kid is ostensibly a doctor in Huaxia, but in fact, can you imagine that he will be a special guest military doctor of the Huaxia Dragon's Breath Squad? Can you imagine that the combat power he has has reached the level of breaking the mirror? Moreover, he is only nineteen years old this year!"

"What?" At this moment, the tyrant was really shocked.

Broken Mirror!

What does this mean?

This means that if what the Earl says is true, then the young man who is regarded as the savior of the world, given enough time, will grow into a powerful being who is strong enough to compete with his own desires.

How far will a nineteen-year-old mirror breaking master grow in a few more years?

The second Chinese god of medicine?

Thinking of this, a strong and incomparably murderous intent emerged from the tyrant's body.

It's like substance!

In this way, such an outstanding Chinese young man really deserves to die.

Moreover, the Earl said that his elite team was killed by that young man in the Philippines.

In this way, he will have a reason to take revenge.

As Lord Earl said, as long as he didn't confront the Dragon Emperor or the Huaxia Medical God head-on, and dealt with a young man who was just a broken mirror, he still had a great chance of killing the other party.

"Go, kill him, and when you succeed, I'll prepare you a vial of gladiator's blood, and I'll give you a drink of it!" said the Count.

"Will be of your service, my Earl!" the tyrant nodded, then stood up, put one hand on his chest, and bent down with the most respectful courtesy. 、

The Count nodded, but said no more, signaling that the conversation was over.

Just in time, the door was pushed open again, and the butler walked in.

He looked at the Count and politely made a gesture of please.

Then, one after the other, the two left the room!

The room, immediately returned to quiet.

Syllable......

The Count snapped his fingers, and the lights in the room went out at once.

The whole room was completely dark.

If it weren't for the starlight outside the window, even if they sat opposite, they wouldn't have been able to see each other's expressions clearly.

"Why didn't you tell him about my failure?" a hoarse woman's voice rang out.

"For Madame, this is a sad past that I don't want to mention, and it's also a disgraceful thing!"

The Earl smiled and said, "As a gentleman, of course I wouldn't do such a thing that disgusts Madame!"

"You know I don't like it when you call me that!" the woman said coldly.

"Tell you to kill the emperor?"

The Earl chuckled, "That's a bit too much, isn't it?"

The woman did not dwell further on this issue, and said, "Does the Earl think that just a tyrant is capable of killing that young man?"

"You know, we shouldn't give him another chance like this, he can take any chance to climb up the Arctic steppe when he signs it, even if it's a lump of wild horse manure, it can live well!"

"Yes, ma'am, at our age, are you not glad to see such a young man?" said the Earl.

"I would be happy if it could be used by us, but unfortunately, what he did was something I didn't want to see!" The woman came out of the darkness, walked to the coffee table, picked up the glass in front of her, tilted her neck, and drank the gladiator's blood from the cup.

She rarely drank so violently and so urgently.

The irritating liquid entered her throat and then whistled into her taste buds, and she felt only a burning pain in her throat and a bonfire burning in her stomach.

But the woman just bit her mouth tightly to avoid the puff of gas gushing out.

At this moment, the count's eyes burned and shone in the darkness, like two lamps in the darkness!

(End of chapter)