Just as Karumen Haas was about to explain, the members who had been called to make tea returned with a tray of pure gold and a teapot and cup of pure gold.

Strictly speaking, gold is not suitable for making teapots, because the heat conductivity is very good, and the hot temperature of the tea will spread throughout the teapot for a short time, making it "difficult to start". However, these are all minor issues. The point is to be luxurious. Carrumen Haas values decency more than the trivial matter of tea having to be cooled before drinking.

The corners of the support department twitched, although this rich man's mentality is not incomprehensible, but he really sees it, and he always feels it............ There's something wrong with that, right......

"Oh, you're welcome, this is the best oriental green tea."

Seeing that none of them had a cup, Carum waved his hand very haughtily.

He wasn't lying, Ellie could tell by smelling the rich aroma of tea in the air that this tea was definitely of the highest quality. Merely...... She didn't feel that her hand could pick up the cup that burned when she looked at it.

"Don't you drink? Forget it, let's talk first, and wait until you're thirsty before drinking. ”

Hearing what Karumen said, Lancet laughed and retorted, "How is it possible, tea is meant to be drunk hot, right?" ”

"Don't worry about such trivial matters - reporter Grace just asked, my bodyguards, of course, as my doppelgangers, go to some places to hand out flyers, well, hand out flyers."

Karumon spoke, grinning wildly like a fanatic, and his eyes were painted with rage.

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At the same time, the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce.

"Ahem, ahem...... 3. The three leaders ......"

The mafia, who was beaten and almost breathless, squirmed desperately.

His legs were bent in strange directions, blood oozing through his black suit. The delicate carpet was wrinkled by the way he moved it rudely, and the fine pieces of wood and something barely recognizable as a door were scattered to the ground. Not far from him, a man in black lay on his back, only his chest was still rising and falling violently.

The squirming mafia desperately stretched out his hand to the person in front of him.

"Triple Boss ......"

"Ah...... Lao Tzu heard it. X is annoying. ”

Speaking rudely, the long-haired man in a delicate red suit with an expression of not waking up, gently kicked the squirming mafia in front of him to the side. It didn't take much effort to kick him away.

"Being beaten like this, are you rubbish really mafia......

Listening to Vincent talk to himself, the intruder did not speak. There was neither mockery nor anger.

The visitor was tall and tall at a distance of more than 2 sub-distances, with a hard, rock-reminiscent torso, and a face as cold and resolute as a rock, and a lion's hair was disheveled, with a huge scar from the hairline to his cheek.

Wearing the impact-absorbing vest that hunters often wear, and dragging a double-edged heavy sword that was longer than himself, he stood in the open where it should have been a gate.

"As the leader of your group of miscellaneous people, I can't pretend that I haven't seen it......"

Vincent Campbell casually looked at the visitor, then lost interest, and confirmed in a somewhat helpless tone: "Zephyr Berserker? Hmph, it's really big. ”

"Vincent, Vincent, what's his deal!" In the door behind Vincent, President Markney's voice was heard in a panic. In the face of life and death, even the leader of the mafia is inevitably a little shaken.

"Oh, the original hunters. Like the leader, he used to be a member of the 'Zephyr Brigade'. ”

Vincent said as he lit a cigarette for himself. In the face of a strong enemy, Vincent still looked lacking in interest.

"W-what, stop him for me! Damn, it's just that Garcia isn't ...... at this time."

President Markney's voice became even more panicked.

Vincent sneered, combing the hair scattered on his forehead to the back of his head, and with this one action, the lazy smell on Vincent's body dissipated at once, replaced by an indifferent killing intent.

"I don't need you to talk nonsense, Lao Tzu takes you 100,000 a month, and he will definitely do so much money for you."

As he spoke, fifty or sixty heavily armed mafias poured out of the aisles on either side, and the crowded black crowd almost filled the front hall. Outside, it was still a black suit and black trousers, but underneath it had been changed into body armor and special clothes that absorbed impact, and the weapons were machetes, pistols and submachine guns.

"Three, we're here to help."

"Oh, you go to the back and put that fat pig at ease. It's not something you can deal with. ”

Vincent, as always, disrespected his "owner" and said, snorting behind him, and the mafia snorted and immediately moved in pairs towards the room where President Markney was.

It is enough to see that Rubacher is well trained. It took only 2 minutes from the time I learned that I had been attacked to the time I changed my arms and rushed out. And absolutely obey Vincent's command, and no one is irrationally shooting provocatively or refusing to obey.

The heavily armed mafia carried the two men who fell to the ground and were seriously injured, and all of them poured in, leaving the battlefield empty. Vincent's slender fingers caught the cigarette butt in his mouth, and he reluctantly spat out a cloud of smoke, threw away the remaining half of the cigarette butt and stepped on it, revealing three sticks from his pocket.

"Rubaccher Chamber of Commerce bodyguard, Vincent 'Madness'."

Arras was silent, still standing like a rock. It's just that he held the big sword that had been dragging behind his back into his hand, and the heavy iron instantly turned into a murderous weapon full of murderous intent.

"Oh? Is it silent? I don't hate it. ”

After Vincent finished speaking, he struck the ends of the nunchucks, and the crisp sound of the metal became the signal for war. Vincent slid and rushed towards Arras.

One of the biggest drawbacks of using long weapons is that it is difficult to deal effective damage to enemies without proper attack range. Vincent is well aware of this, and it is always right to cut close to an opponent with long weapons.

Arras didn't back down, his sword crossed to his left hand, and his free right fist struck Vincent in front of the door. If the disadvantage of long weapons is that the length will become a drag at ultra-close range, then it would be nice not to use it? If you fight with your fists, the disadvantaged one becomes Vincent's three-chucked stick.

Vincent felt a strong gust of wind hit the pavement, and his huge fist smashed like a hammer.

Looking at his weapon, you can know that this person is definitely a strength type warrior, of course Vincent will not resist him, I saw him kicking the ground with both feet, but his knees bent to the ground, knocking twice, and he actually knelt directly to the ground, and at the same time, his body leaned back at high speed. The change in position allowed Vincent to easily avoid a punch to his head.

The heat of friction came from his knees, and the wood chips scattered on the floor tore Vincent's expensive suit trousers in the friction, but it was a minor problem. Vincent dodged the punch and straightened up, shoulders against Arras's thick arms, while lifting one knee for support and stopping his sliding body.

However, the forward trend of the body does not leave and disappear. Vincent took advantage of this trend, his shoulder as a fulcrum, separating Arras's arm, and at the same time the other leg kicked the ground with all his might, and the whole person stood up stiffly, and the three sticks were folded into a short stick and hit Arras's jaw from the bottom up.

Arras frowned, his weapons were too long and bulky, and while they had the devastating power to end a fight if they hit, they also had the disadvantage of being difficult to deal with their opponents. As a user, he certainly wouldn't be unaware of this.

Any weapon must be particularly disadvantageous. Arras must have had his own considerations for daring to use such a large weapon in such a small space, at least "relatively" very small.

I saw that his left hand was slightly aiming, and the heavy sword in his hand flew straight towards the wall, and with a snort, the sharp blade pierced through the wall. Arras was freed from this, and his knee was a blow. He was tall, Vincent was half-crouched again, and the knee landed right on his chest.

Vincent didn't expect the strong man to react so quickly. However, the opponent was a primitive hunter like himself, and Vincent was not surprised that he could see through his own attacks. It was as if his chest had been hit by a speeding car, and the dull pain instantly spread to his whole body, followed by a hot pain, and his breathing was blocked, but it was fine.

Breathing is a crucial point in battle, and Vincent has specially exercised his lungs and breathing methods, so as not to be beaten by the opponent at such a critical time.

Being beaten unilaterally was not Vincent's interest. He dared to take such an aggressive offensive, thinking about what the opponent would do if he saw through him. The body is kicked away by Arras, and Vincent's original attack to Arras's jaw will generally miss due to the distance of the attack.

Vincent's fingers slid and the three-section sticks that were originally stacked together were unfolded, but the biggest advantage of the three-section sticks is whether they are long or short, and they can be used as short weapons or long weapons. The three-chucked stick, which extended the range of attack, hit Arras in the jaw along a predetermined trajectory. However, looking at Arras's indifferent expression, this blow did not make any impression on him.

Vincent smiled coldly. From the moment Arras threw his heavy sword, he saw through Arras's tactics. The knee kicked itself into the air, slammed it into the wall with all its might, using the wall to counteract the inertia of the high-speed dash, and then pulled out the greatsword and swung it with all his might.

Vincent adjusted his body in mid-air and poured his fighting energy into the three-chucked stick.

Sure enough, after kicking Vincent away, Arras immediately rushed towards the broadblade stuck in the wall.

Vincent immediately pointed the three-chucked stick to the ground like a long stick. There is nowhere to borrow strength in mid-air, and naturally it is impossible to resist. But if there is a way to obtain "power", then it is different. As if there was a small boat in the air, Vincent used the three-pronged stick as an oar, allowing himself to rush towards Arras at high speed.

Vincent gambled on whether he could catch up with the huge flaw that Arras had revealed when he drew his sword. If he wins, Vincent will be able to seal the destructive greatsword he has been guarding against. If the bet is lost, Vincent will be cut in two.

"Stop it!"

Suddenly, there was a furious roar at the gate, and the beige figure pounced on Arras like a raging bear, his big hand pressed Arras's wrist, restraining him like an iron hoop, and his wide back crashed into Arras's arms like a chariot, and the huge impact made him move.

When Vincent heard the shouts of the comer, he was immediately attacked, and as soon as he put away the three sticks, he put them in his pocket, adjusted his body, and fell back to the ground, and did not continue to make moves.

"Brother Arras, it's really a 'long time to say hello'."

The person who came had a bold voice and a strong physique, almost as tall as Arras, and seemed to be faintly stronger than Arras?

Garcia Rossi. The deputy leader of Rubache is also the strongest person in Rubache. Like Arras Garcia, he once belonged to the "Zephyr Brigade", one of the strongest chasturers on the mainland.

"Hmm."

Arras barely managed to make a positive sound from his throat. He lost the ability to speak due to the First World War, and could only make a simple sound of uh-huh-ahh

"Why are you here?"

Although there are a lot of things I want to ask when I look at the miserable eyes, the core is still this question. Eight years ago, Garcia left the Favonius Brigade to join Rubacher. From that moment on, he rarely had the opportunity to meet with anyone from the huntsman world again.

Arras gestured to President Markney's room and pulled out a pamphlet from the inside of his vest. Red cover with large gilded letters: "Karumun Arms Chamber of Commerce・Merchandise Directory"

Garcia squinted, not knowing what to think. After a long time, he nodded grimly.

"If it's just publicity, I'll accept it for the president."

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On the other side, at the entrance of the Black Moon Trading Company in the harbor area.

"Hello? I'm in, huh? ”

With a bright yellow turban on his head, some short man stood in front of the Black Moon Trading Company with his arms crossed.

He had a wolf painted on his turban, and his entire left hand was hidden in a metal shield. The clothes are a combination of a black shirt and a dark red suit, which looks weird. People couldn't help but take a few more glances at the strange combination of this teenager, but after seeing too much, they felt that it was nothing.

After all, bad boys, guerrillas, policemen, etc., are all running around with weapons, and people are no longer surprised. The metal arm guards you've never seen before? People think it's a new type of boxing or something, and most people aren't interested in the principles of weapons anyway.

I don't know if no one is there, or if the young man's voice calling the door is a little small, and no one in the room responds to him.

Mussel shrugged his shoulders and gave a "it's not my fault" expression, and pressed his metal-wrapped left index finger against the keyhole.

With a snort, the blue light suddenly appeared, and then disappeared. Mussel whistled, pushed the door open, and entered. I also politely closed the door.

Just now, he activated the Guiding Spear that had been hidden in the armor of his left hand. The revolutionary advantage of this guide spear is that there is no physical attack part, and the guide generation device generates a guide laser beam, which is the same principle as the "burst mode" of the magic wand, but it is less powerful, but the persistence is excellent.

The name is the Guiding Spear, and in fact, through the Guiding Force-Generating Device, you can make light blue spear blades, machetes, long sticks, battle axes, tridents, and other cold weapon blades, so to speak, this is a complex of cold weapons.

Just now, he used the guide spear to generate a small conical cavalry gun, which directly pierced the door lock.

Unlike Rubacher's guard, Black Moon really resembles an ordinary company, with no guards and no deployed combatants. Obviously, Mussel broke in so swaggeringly, but no one came out to stop him.

However, the corridor is very narrow, and the doors are made of high-strength security doors. You can tell that the building is not as simple as it seems.

Mussel went straight upstairs, completely ignoring the other rooms and aiming for a certain room.

"Oops, is this friend lost? Why did you come to my office? ”

The person in charge of the Black Moon, Li Cao pushed down his glasses and looked up from a pile of documents.

Muselle's intrusion did not make him panic, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and Li Cao looked at Mussel with a smile that was too hypocritical to be any more hypocritical.

"Can't you see that I'm here to kick the gym?"

Mussel hesitated, but still used the word "kick the gym". He was under the impression that there was no other word more appropriate for the present situation.

"I know."

"So, aren't you going to fight back? Like getting your people out and knocking me over or something? ”

"It's just my people who have been knocked over."

"Then I'm going to beat you?"

"Ahh Aren't you 'neutral merchants'? ”

“………… That's why I keep saying I hate intellectuals......"

Mussel stinked and leaned against the doorway of his office. Li Cao, a person who likes to calculate, is the type he hates the most, because he never knows what this kind of person will do in the next second that he can't understand.

Moreover, dealing with this kind of person always has a feeling that I have been seen through. I had known that I would have exchanged it with Arras, and this old fox should have been thrown to Arras to deal with. If he is replaced, how can there be so much nonsense, I am afraid that he will be cut directly with a knife.

Originally, I was expecting the Black Moon to besiege because of the "propaganda" of the previous Republic......

Mussel grumbled discontentedly in his head.

Li Cao's fearlessness made Mussel at a loss.

Mussel's original purpose was to "confront the people of the Black Moon without alarming other forces, and distribute the "Karumun Arms Chamber of Commerce" after making a name. Originally, I thought that a large number of Black Moon's thugs would rush out of the illegal invasion, but it turned out that this was not the case at all.

Mussel was hesitant to go according to the original plan. After all, the purpose of the Karuman consortium is propaganda, and no one will make trouble for themselves when they can save trouble.

Li Cao looked at him, smiled from the bottom of his heart, he pushed his glasses, and turned out from behind the desk, his body was still a special costume that blended Chinese and Western, and his skills were flexible, like a fox that was full of food and was walking.

"Presumably the new propagandist of the Karumun Arms Chamber of Commerce, right? I've never seen a face before. Our Black Moon, but what about a small company, it's not the same as a wealthy place like Lubacher, but it can't afford to bump into it. Therefore, I especially order my subordinates not to conflict with you. ”

The corners of Mussel's mouth twitched, thinking that it was Black Moon's lax guard, but it turned out to be just Li Cao's order.

"Besides, the weapons of the Karumon Arms Chamber of Commerce, we know their power...... Yes, the 'propaganda' in the Oriental Street of the Republic is really fresh in my memory...... So, just give me a list of new products. ”

Mussel sighed helplessly and handed the product catalogue to Li Cao. Anyway, if the goal is achieved, Karuman won't deduct his salary, and he doesn't care. Now Mussel just wants to get out of here quickly, and Li Cao's way of speaking as if he sees through everything makes him disgusting.

"The list has been delivered, so let me take my leave."

"Oh? Don't you sit? We have some of the best green tea here. ”

"No...... Let me refuse. Musel stopped chatting with him, turned around and left.

"Wait, let me ask one last question."

Li Cao pushed down his glasses, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Mussel stopped impatiently, did not look back, and asked unhappily, "What is the problem?" ”

"This time, the 'propaganda' of the Karuman consortium was unexpectedly 'stingy', is it really just an 'appetizer' this time?"

“………… Goodbye"

Mussel walked away without looking back. Li Cao sneered and shook his head, and said to himself: "Oops, hey, what kind of grand 'propaganda' will it be? Just let me look forward to it. ”